A Different Sort of Father’s Day

“Any man can be a father.  It takes someone special to be a dad.”
– Anonymous

My Dad:

Taught me how to dance.

Taught me how to hunt and shoot.

Read to me throughout my childhood (starting with The Monster at the End of this Book and working up through The Hunchback of Notre Dame ).

Sent me letters and notes whenever he traveled all throughout my freshman year of university.  I got messages on hotel letterhead from the middle east and postcards from Germany.  I looked forward to those letters more than I did to buying new books!

Loves his family and has never, ever been hesitant to show it.

Dragged me up Saturday mornings to do chores.  I hated it.  I’m also planning on making my kids do the same because in retrospect, that’s when he taught me lessons about hard work and finishing jobs.

Unless physically out of the country, he was at every piano recital that I can remember.

Taught me how to drive.  He reduced me to terrified tears teaching me how to start a manual on a steep jungle road, but let me tell you, I can now drive anything!

Has answered every question I’ve ever asked and never brushed them off.

Is the best man I know.

When I was three or four, I gave my dad a little trinket and told him, “You’re the best dad I ever had!”  He must have chuckled a bit at that, but twenty years later he still has that trinket tucked away in the box with his father’s watch, cufflinks, and medals.  And he’s still the best dad I ever had.

Happy birthday, Dad.

4 thoughts on “A Different Sort of Father’s Day”

  1. Lucky you. Lucky him. This explains why you married so young…having a great Dad shows you the good in men. He sounds like a sweetie!

    My Dad tried to teach me to drive in the parking lot of a grade school in Lunenburg, NS. WE drove in hopeless circles with horrified small children looking on — wondering why an adult (I was then in my mid-20s) was so inept behind the wheel.

    My Dad has been a wretch and a reprobate at times, but unfailingly interesting, talented and elegant.

    1. I’d never thought of it that way, but I think you’re spot on. I’ve been very lucky about the men in my life, starting with my father. My dad I suppose was rather dull, with occasional flashes of side-splitting funny and brilliance, but he was (and is) good. That’s all, but that’s everything.

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