Family vs. Work--Lesson from a Child

For the first 8 months after returning home I spent like every day with my child (well, of course, because I was a full-time English teaching at our local school). But when I became manager and scheduler it became difficult to find this quality time with him.
For me, it's easy to work, to always be on the phone, communicating, working things out, making people happy, scheduling, printing. But then I remember my son, Deryk, and how much I had to fight to keep him, almost having a court battle, and going off the grid for a while, and the comfort he was in my saddest times. He reminds me to always put family before work.
So tonight, as he lay snuggled with his two favorite stuffed animals, happy and satisfied, I reflected on the week and saw that this was one of the few nights that I had actually payed quality attention to him since I got back from Noda. I fell sick and have been in bed for like two days and had a lot of time to think. I only now realize how little attention I've been giving my child. When I saw his happy and contented look, I knew that it would make me a very happy father to be able to see that look on his face and the face of Kenji as well, every night as they fall asleep.
I want to be a good father, because good father's are becoming more and more scarce these days. The definition of a "good father" also seem to be losing its meaning in this modern world. I would like to redefine the real meaning of a "good father" some time, and perhaps I will post it when I find it.