Note: This is something I wrote a few years ago when my oldest child was 2 years old. -- A realization dawned on me the other day when I was around the house with my 2-year old son…he only knows me as “Dad.” He knows what I look like, the sound of my voice, that I like to play and wrestle with him, and that my name is “Dad.” He doesn’t even know my full name. To him I’m just...