My son needs a father. He needs a mother, too, but he needs his father.
He was born of a woman and a man. He almost had just the woman, left to raise him without being able to fully provide the other half of his learning and development through the years. He would have been able to study, learn, achieve. To date, marry, raise a family. To work, make friends, love his family, go to school etc... But something would have been missing.
My son needs a dad to teach him the things that I cannot. Or, rather, to be a second witness of the truths of life. To teach him the same things that I will teach him but from a different role, character, a different ...angle of life (for lack of better words. The English language doesn't give me a word that I can use to say that the way a father nurtures, loves, teaches, perceives, thinks, etc... is different from the way a mother does. But it is.)
My son needs his father to teach him who he is and how to become himself, his potential. To teach him what it truly means to be a man. To teach him that when he honors womanhood and manhood, honors God, lives according to that honor, and one day marries, that when he marries, he can become complete. But he has to treat his other half with the respect, dignity, love, tenderness, & honor. These he needs in order to become this.
He has claim to that for the years of his life. A man and woman, together, who love each other and who are married give so much to a child. Although I did not bear my son, he has the same inheritance which he has had a right to from the beginning because he is son to a man and woman who are married and love each other and love him. We both bring our different, essential gifts to the table so to speak. He needs us both. We are forever grateful that we have him. We are honored that he has us to call mother and father.