As a father, I’m proud of my daughters. Each one is so wonderfully different yet each share more in common than not. I’m very proud of them. Am proud of Morgan who now goes by Dylan. And, yes, I worry about them, even tho worrying doesn’t help with anything, yet still I fret. Often, however, it’s sadness over my own mistakes and failures as a father in today’s world. Regardless of what I did or didn’t do, eventually each child is their own person and choose their own way forward thru the circumstances, challenges, and opportunities of their time. I love my kids completely anyway.