I used to think of Father’s Day as celebrating me as a father; the day I got to be king for a day and choose what I want to eat and how I spent my time, usually riding. The day I got treated to an uninterrupted nap, a special breakfast, or a fancy meal. The day I got presents and special attention from my boys.
I think there is value and virtue in celebrating our fathers in this way. I will pick up the phone today and delight in a hopefully long and warm conversation with dad. I am grateful for all he has done over the course of my life. I am grateful for the thoughtfulness, investment, and effort he put into being a parent and his active participation in our lives. I am grateful for the sacrifices he made along the way to ensure we had more than what we needed. In addition to a home, food, and clothing, he ensured we had access to a sense of value, a connected community, and education. He also supported us in pursuing our interests, passions, and the opportunities that presented themselves along the way. I am grateful for him and the time I get to spend with him.
I woke this morning with a different appreciation of this day. This morning I was overwhelmed by an appreciation for the gift of fatherhood. In my wildest dreams I never imagined the richness and joy that being a father would bring into my life. I realize now that Father’s Day is not a day to celebrate me but a day of profound gratitude. Gratitude to my wife Pam for sharing in the miracle of creation and partnering with me in nurturing two amazing humans. Gratitude for my boys whose who gifted me with the most meaningful and rewarding adventure of my life.
I love you all beyond measure. ~ Paul