Hi Connor. This period it's been rotation of sickness between you and Finn (occasionally your mum and me). It's a virus known as RSV.
Anyways I didn't come here to talk about that. I came to tell you that I love you. Just that these days you must feel confused. Daddy alternates between showers of love and bouts of strictness.
I have a thinking. Love doesn't just mean toys and fun and games. Sometimes love is tough, because educating and equipping you with the discipline to become a respectful and respectable man, might be a greater love.
Because while Mummy and daddy will love you no matter what, later in life you'll meet people who have no in-built reasons to love you. And they will judge you to see if you're worthy of their love and care. And some of these people, you might care about their opinions of you.
And since you'll likely become a daddy yourself one day (well, it's a choice after all), I'll leave you with this advice. As a father, it is not your job to be well-liked. Sure it's nice and all, but your job is not that. Instead, your job is to educate and instill values as best as you can.
Daddy doesn't know how long he'll be around. I hope to live and see you find your own happiness, but life is unpredictable. So perhaps I'll write more often. Perhaps.