Happy Fathers Day…. in society today that term is special. Anybody can be a father, but Daddy is a big job!!! Growing up I can remember meeting my dad when he came home from work. Blue collar all the way, bear hugs, and tickles came with him. He smelled of coffee, engine grease, and Brut aftershave. He worked hard everyday, sometimes two jobs and had very definate ideas that some find old fashioned. For all our differences of opinion as an adult I can honestly say i’m greatful for being raised this way. We learned the value of a dollar, manners, and respect.
. Daddy’s chase away monsters under the bed or in the closet. He worked hard for our family and spent time with us growing up. He took imaginary phone calls, drank tea at tea parties, and helped mom make the coolest blanket forts. Daddy’s are mysterious creatures and I’ll explain what I mean. Mine was a real ‘guy’. He didn’t do things in the kitchen unless it was a Saturday or Sunday. He did not wear blue jeans. Button up shirts, flannel in winter. Dad made the waffles or pancakes. (Mom had to make the eggs and bacon… He didn’t do that). Electronic toys are great but, I learned how I should be treated by my future husband, by watching his example. Mine wasn’t perfect but he was perfect for me.
I remember having one of those moments in time where you realize how lucky you are. At my younger brothers wedding I watched his bride dance with her father, of all my siblings I was fortunate enough to have a father daughter dance. I miss the whit and gentle teasing. I would meet him for breakfast, at a really early hour. That was one of his quirks, if he had to be up extra early he thought we should too. This sucked growing up on Saturday mornings. Unless he was making bbq, he spent years perfecting that.
I carry him with me everyday, as I passed on to others he lives on in my heart. I see his example shine through when my brothers play with their children. Even when they don’t want to admit it. My dad lost his battle with cancer in 2011. I vividly remember in coming to terms with his death how lucky we were to grow up in a world where more and more families fathers are absent. I wish they had visiting hours in heaven, but until they do, Daddy I Love You. To all the dads out there I hope you become the hero in your family. Daddy’s help us see ourselves like this.
To all the dads especially if you grew up without one and know find yourself in the role. Spend as much time together as you can. To my half siblings I hope you got to spend time with the same father I grew up with. Children have no owners manuals and parents genrally do the best parenting they are able. I hope both children and adults remember that word of wisdom mine left with me.