So today is Father’s Day. A day for us to give thanks to the men who are responsible for helping create life in this world. To show a little love for those who held up their end of the deal. To show appreciation to the man who showed young boys how to get up after falling down. How to be responsible. How to provide stability in their world. The men who showed young girls how to expect to be treated by their suitors. The men who were role models to their daughters. Maybe we don’t make him man the grill in the hot sun. Maybe we make sure the big piece of chicken remains for him to enjoy. We throw is favorite beverage in the cooler and make sure it’s extra cold.
Fortunately or unfortunately, I have never had the opportunity or desire to celebrate this day with the man who helped me into creation. Before I was born my mother separated from my father and I was raised in a wonderful loving household by her and her sister. It’s the world I knew, and the only home I’ve ever known. I don’t write this to say that I have ever missed out on anything in this world. I’ve had more love and support and reaped all the spoils in life one could imagine. Private schools, more toys, and gadgets, and gifts than I ever deserved. More love than I ever knew was possible.
So every year on this day I often think about what that man is going through in his mind. I’ve met my father 4 times in my life. Can’t say I was ever impressed (although that’s probably the petty me talking) to the point where I was like, “damn I wish we…….”. I’m pretty sure he lives somewhere within an hour’s drive from me (although I don’t think he knows my last 4 addresses and probably thinks I’m 2 time zones away). To be honest, I’m not 90% sure he is still living. It’s not a thought that keeps me up at night either. But it’s on Father’s Day every year, and more so now that I have a pretty damn cool Father in Law, that these thoughts blend around my head.
I’ve never bought a Father’s Day Card. Never sent a school picture. Never shared a beer. Never played catch. Never had what I never knew. Never said the words, “Happy Father’s Day” to the one person I genetically could. Hopefully one day I will have the opportunity to be on the receiving end of one of those cards or calls or moments with some little guy or little princess. Maybe I’ll be able to create a world where having an educated, charming, loving, responsible man in their life is all they will ever understand, and that would be pretty damn cool. Maybe then I’ll have more questions, maybe then I’ll have all the answers. But one thing I do know…… I’ll never say “Happy Father’s Day” to one man in this world, wherever he may be.