Fathers Day AnyOne?
You just can’t celebrate “Fathers’ Day” without taking into consideration that it would not be possible without the Mommies of the world. But then again “lovely ladies” and “handsome Husbands” do not become Mommies and Daddies without the critical element --- KIDS!
So I would like to wish everyone here – especially the kids (Age does not matter cause we are all the kid of some Mom and Dad) a very Happy Fathers Day. Actually the choices for celebration are limited since today isn’t Mothers Day and Easter passed recently so – let’s stick to “Fathers Day”
As a father and from my side - I celebrate memories the most. Ties, cakes and copper plated Mickey Mouse watches saying something about “DAD” fade away or are digested and we are left with the memory that was experienced on the exact moment of “receiving” whatever it was we were given – and most of the time – that memory, if well conserved, is so special because kids give with an open heart and with sincerity.
True, I a lot about my youngest son “Junior” but a girl named Shauna and a handsome boy name Adam made me very much a Dad. Long ago, when I had not learned anything about being a father, or partner or anything else, I was (and still am) a Dad to them and for that I say thank you for making me a father then and forgive me, and so many of us other fathers, that just did not know how to be one when we ourselves were nothing more than “KIDS”.
Fatherhood memories are poignant beyond what I could hope to share with words.
On Aruba – at the hospital – sitting on a balcony of a patient room are two people: a boy is talking to his rather famous “Dad” and the streams of people that were there earlier spoke meaningless long and very well thought out words. There the two of them sit and the Father says “Shit” and the son says “Yeah” and a “Fathers Day” deep beyond the ‘Hallmark Card’ words is experienced and the emotion is rich to this day.
At Tierra Del Sol a father and son are at the driving range. The kid is at one of those awkward ages where the “boys-clubs” are short and “men’s-clubs” are long. He (the father) places the ball on the small wooden peg and stands back to observe all the while the constant wind flaps his loose pants against his legs. The kid is dressed in golf shorts, shirt, gloves, cap, socks, shoes and attitude. As he prepares his stance and goes through the entire swing, it is obvious that maybe 500+ lessons await him. He misses the ball, rips his “PING” into the dirt a good 8 inches away from the ball and lifts enough sand into the air to turn at least half the heads there to see what natural disaster had occurred. The sand blast hadn’t settled and the boy whips his head around to look at his Dad who is pointing a finger at him and with the reassurance of a great coach says “Almost”. The kid is reassured that he will succeed at this impossible sport. And while on that particular day, it wasn’t one –a miniscule “Fathers Day” moment happened – didn’t it?
Think about your Fatherhood memories and enjoy the day
be well
charles
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Saturday, June 16th, 2007, 01:03 PM
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