Son of a preacher man. I just have problems with this notion. My wife seems OK and my older children OK. But what about a boy being raised as the son of a Preacher man. That has got to be tough. I speak in metaphors and quote scripture while playing soccer. He seems to like it now and hugs are more important now than lectures.
But he is free to choose. But with a Preacher man dad. I worry for him. I am big and tough and authoritative. But he must be him. I pray.
I don't really think it matters, if his Dad is the Last of the Catfished Headed Slime Monsters, so long as he is a good Dad, is there when he is needed and leads by loving example, rather than constant nagging. I think you are a good Dad. You have little to worry about.
I kissed a nice lady on the cheek, I think my ears turned red. I felt all silly like a boy. I told my wife and she said she knew. And that the church ladies think I am funny. She pinched me on my non-existent butt and...