My husband making time for our little girl
My husband got a Father's Day card in the mail yesterday that says on the cover "Do you know why Father's Day is in June?" Open it up and it reads "Because about a month after Mother's Day, somebody went, "Hey! Wait a minute..."
I am all about supporting the moms in my life ... but daddy's definitely deserve a day too. It is true that there are a lot of terrible dads out there — but there are also a lot of terrible moms. I've seen them, first hand. Not my mom, she's amazing — but other moms that are close to me. So, on this Father's Day I wanted to make sure to recognize the two men in my life that I admire and that I think deserve a "thank you" for being such great role models to their kids. Crappy dads ... pay attention!
My Husband: I am not saying this out of obligation. I could have easily just written this post about my dad and ignored my husband completely. But my guy is a wonderful father. He has taken all of his dad's good qualities and successfully thrown away the bad ones (as I think we all try to do) and he has come out on top. Yes, he has (undiagnosed) Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (at least I think he does) but I deal with that. In some ways his OCD actually helps, but that's another story completely. He is very dedicated (some call it obsessive) to everything he does, be it work, family, his favorite sports teams, his fantasy leagues, his use of the power-washer, etc. — however, nothing comes before his children. Even when he has a really busy week or the dirt is building up on the patio, he somehow manages to sneak in moments that will mean the world to our little ones when they are older. He checks on the kids every night before he gets into bed and he wraps them up in giant hugs when they jump on him every morning.
The past few months he somehow managed to be at every one our daughter's t-ball games (even though he works most weekends). I see father's who won't change a diaper. I know father's that would rather play a round of golf than go see their kid in a school play. On this Father's Day I want him to know that I notice and appreciate everything he does and that, more importantly, his kids love him and they will look back on their youth and know that they had a dad that was always there for them. A dad that always put them first, before work, before his friends, and before his "me" time. He is a dad that reads to his kids, swims with his kids, drops everything to throw a ball around with his kids, and explains the simplest things to them with a passion that could interest even the most rambunctious toddler. Our kids are lucky to have him for a dad, and I am lucky to have him as a husband.
My father with my sonMy Dad: This is a guy who knows how to pack a car and knows how to pick a lock (legally, he was a locksmith for years). He is my human navigation system (somehow he knows every road and can talk me home from anywhere — I think this is a special power of some kind). In fact, he knows a bunch about lots of stuff, including electrical and plumbing and the lifespan of a clothes dryer and how to get the best deal when buying a car. I am not exactly sure how he's aquired a lot of those skills, but there is no denying that he's got them.
My father has always done whatever he's needed to do to in order to help support his family, both financially and emotionally. Yes, sometimes my mom needs to remind him to call one of us — but he does so willingly and with sincere interest and helpful advice. He's encouraged my brothers and I to go after our dreams, he's allowed me to be honest and open with him (like some girls might be with their moms), he always told me I was pretty ... even during those awkward brace-face, hair-permed days. It's because of him I managed to have any sense of self confidence as I grew into an adult. There was nothing I couldn't do. After my speech to the seventh grade bombed while running for president of my middle school, he sat up with me and we worked, for hours, to rewrite my speech for the eighth and ninth grades. Let's just say I carried a step stool up on stage and started my speech by saying my school was discriminating against short people (of which I was one). It killed.
And now I get to watch as my dad plays grandpa to my kids. Every morning he is the one who drives my son to school and makes sure breakfast is on the table. He knows my kids morning routines, and their pet peeves, just as well as I do. He makes sure there is always a new gallon of milk in the fridge and can talk about something one of his grand-kids said or did over and over again — and that's not because he'd forgotten he'd already said it — it's just because, what could possibly be more interesting!
These two men, my husband and my dad, are the two most important men in my life. I know I can count on them for anything. And my husband and I say all the time, if we can be the type of parents to our kids, that my parents were to my brothers and I, then we will have succeeded as parents.
You see, my parents still hold hands after 44 years — and my dad is half of that equation. I have no doubt that my children will also see me holding their daddy's hand 31 years from now. Because let's be honest, there is nothing sexier than a really great dad.