Okay, I know this is late, but in my ADD-riddled world, this has been floating around in my head since Saturday night.
I feel like I get to celebrate Father’s Day every day of my life. I mean, it’s nice to be singled out on one special day, but I can honestly say that I get to celebrate it every day. Almost any given day I get to
- look into the eyes of my children and share a smile
- provide a hug for those little boo-boos that slip on us every now and then
- be tickled
- watch Looney Tunes with my son
- watch Barbie with my daughter
- watch my wife holding either (or sometimes both) of my children
- provide for my family
- encourage my family
- be encouraged by my family
- be loved (not necessarily in return)
- tell a story
- hear a story
- hug and be hugged
- smell that wonderful smell of children’s shampoo on their heads as I kiss them goodnight
- take pictures
- make memories
- plan for the future
- worry about my daughter growing up (too fast)
And, I wouldn’t trade any of it for any amount of wealth in the world. On one hand, fatherhood is everything I’d ever hoped for and more. On the other hand, there’s no way to know what to hope for with fatherhood. It’s another step in the journey and I’m proud and humbled by the fact that someone actually chose to take that journey with me and has never faltered on any step of the path.
We’ve gotten to one mountain top only to find that there is an entire chain of mountains waiting to be climbed. Every day brings us closer to another of those mountains.