Today is Father’s Day.
Since 2005 this has been a difficult day for me. I try to do all the right things to keep it from getting me down, or being in a light depression for a few days; and for the most part, I would say that I’ve succeeded. The arrival of my boys solidified that.
Becoming a dad has been one of the coolest things I’ve done with my life to this point. Not that it hasn’t come without some stress or difficult times, but on the whole, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Kate got me this mug for my “first” father’s day, before our first miscarriage. I thought it was a little corny then since we were only expecting and didn’t have a baby yet; but she assured me that I was a father to the little ball of whatever was growing in her so it still counted. Now when I read this mug, which is most Sunday mornings, I take pause and usually look at the boys to try to remind myself that this is what is all about. Trying to teach them right from wrong, be that strong person to guide them with wisdom, and to be a person they strive to be when they “grow up.” It’s a heavy burden, but one I’m proud to carry.
Happy Father’s Day Pops. You are greatly missed, but I want to thank you for being that person for me and everyday I strive to be better than I am. And to G. Sluiter and G. Potter who are in heaven sharing this Father’s Day with you, give them a hug for me too. The three of you had a huge impact on making me the man I am today. Miss you all.
This wasn’t supposed to be a post about anything… I was going to post this picture and leave it at that; so if when reading you feel it doesn’t flow all that well or transitions are less than delightful, you have my permission to let me have it in the comments. I encourage it.. it means that you’re out there reading what I have to share… even if it is less than once a month. 🙂 Hopefully as school winds down I can get back here to post a little more often, but until then, thanks for stopping by!