Best dad I can be

I’m a hands-on type of dad. I carry my son till my spine is crooked, wipe away every little crumb of poo between his cheeks, and even offer my cupped hand when he yaks up sour milk. I try to be the best dad I can be so that he can grow up (hopefully) to be a great… man/brother/husband/dad/human being. I consider myself lucky with two parents who loved and cared for me so that I would have the great opportunities that I’ve had in life. I’ve had no regrets about anything, but something my dad told me a few months back bugged me a bit. I’ve tried shaking it off, but it’s like an annoying lump in the back of my throat.  Looking for advice, I asked him how he was as a dad, and he told me he really wasn’t hands-on. Maybe changed a diaper once. I don’t know how I feel about this. My dad was always there for me when I needed a few bucks or when I needed a ride to the library. So he’s a good dad, right? Maybe I’m thinking too much into it since I’m so much more hands-on with my own son. Well, can’t ponder on the past too much. Gotta get back to wiping my son’s ass.