Like clockwork, at 2:45am and 9pm, 4 days a week, the golf course near where we live is filled with the sound of thunder and a yard full of barking pit bulls, as an old barely-running Harley comes and goes down the road.

In the gated community near us, full of new cars, and men in suits and ties, it is the most annoying thing ever, but to my beautiful pregnant wife along with our 5 and 1-year-old little girls, it is the most soothing sound in the world, because that sound means Daddy made it safely out of the mine again.

I'm almost positive that every modern parenting book written will tell you I am doing everything wrong as a parent, but at 26 years old, I have spent the past 4 years as the sole income for my family so my wife can stay home to raise our children with our morals, uninfluenced by the liberal-minded public school system.

My children answer questions with "Yes/No, sir/ma'am" and know being disrespectful or acting out of line results in a spank. I work 100 miles from home for 16 hours a day and have sacrificed having most luxuries, but it is all worth it to know that I am my kids' Dad.

Caleb