I was lucky enough to watch my son hit a grand slam at sports camp, and that was great. Yes, I may miss some things, but honestly, I think I get to see more than a dad who works a daily 9 to 5.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I missed my dad a lot growing up, even though we were together as a family. My dad was really a workaholic. And he was always working.
I made good money at WWE and traveled the world and interacted with my fans, but I missed a lot of family time. That really hits me.
I worked so much when my first son was born that I missed a lot.
I was always impressed by how much my dad went out in the yard and played with me and my siblings when we were kids. I'm sure he was tired coming back from work, since he traveled a lot. But he always took time out of his day to go out in the yard.
Obviously, losing a parent is very difficult. I miss my dad every day, but I know he would be proud to see me continuing to swim and going for another shot at the Olympics.
I'm a father of four so whenever I'm not working my kids have their different sports, or plays, or school performances, so I don't do a whole lot of other stuff besides being a dad.
I was quite lucky: although my dad worked a lot, whenever he was free, he would play sports with me and my brother, and I can't wait to do that with my child.
My father never saw me play ball, and I was an outstanding ballplayer. I missed all that adoration.
I turned up to all my son's performances and baseball games because my father never did that for me.
My father Tom was a workaholic who never missed a single one of my sporting events for nearly two decades, and imparted in me a sense of risk and adventure. Being the one in the middle, I had more room to drift, and after college, I left the U.S. for Chile.