It’s Father’s Day and, of course, the boys having been “doing” for their Dad. There was a round of golf with oldest boy yesterday and a mound of chocolate from youngest waiting for him when he woke up. There’s laughter and joking and heartfelt moments of advice and compassion, too.
He had the whole day to do whatever he wants and a most of it he’s filled with breakfast, baseball, peace, quiet and me.
He’s a Dad who can handle the teasing two boys can generate, has the character to show them the way & expect them to follow; the heart of a gladiator, the loyalty of a lion.
He’s a Dad that a 5-year-old fell in love with long before Mom had the courage to, the Dad who welcomed another son two years later but insisted they both would have the same last name. Growing up in a blended family, he knew the confusion brothers can feel when their names are different.
He’s a Dad who learned the hard way that brothers can be taken from us tragically so they should be treasured, not just tolerated. He’s the Dad who encourages others to spend time with their brothers, adding quietly, “I wish I still had mine.”
He’s a Dad who taught them to love and respect Mom and that giving your word only means something if you actually do.
He’s a Dad who doesn’t take any “guff” and is the first to speak up and correct them if they need it. He’s also the first one to fill their tanks or slip them $10 when they least expect it.
He’s a Dad who coached, trained, lifted, held, counseled, taught, cared and, most importantly, showed up.
I had a great Dad, and he was kind, funny and loving.
My boys have a great Dad, he’s kind, funny and loving.
Today, more than ever, I appreciate the man Mom chose for our Dad. And for teaching me what to look for when I picked out one for my children.
Happy Father’s Day, Hubbs.
“A father carries pictures where his money used to be.” ~Author Unknown
