Father’s Day is here, and I was a selfish daughter this morning by choosing to sleep over cooking my dad his annual breakfast in bed for Father’s Day (for the record, I worked until midnight last night). I did, however, make him a handmade card and will serve him breakfast in bed one of these days. I don’t feel as bad because I have been cooking dinner quite frequently for us with my mom away during the week! This blog post is an open letter to him and to all the amazing fathers in our world (that includes you too, Pop).
The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines “father” as
n. a male parent
While this is undoubtedly true, my dad is so much more than that. He is my role model, a loving husband, an artist, a writer, a learner, a dedicated son, a best friend. I am extremely grateful for the close parent-daughter relationship I share with both of my parents; as a daughter, I am especially thankful that I spend time with my dad. There is nothing that can come close to replacing a father-daughter bond. We’ve had a lot of laughs, some arguments, and have tackled countless challenges– big and small– together. I’m sure it’s very hard for a father to watch his daughter grow up. He is the first really important man in her life and is there to love, protect, and care for his baby girl. Someday a father will walk his daughter dressed in a white gown down the aisle to a man (or woman) who will become the other main person to love, protect, and care for his precious girl. Although I am several years away from marriage, that specific thought often floats its way through my mind. It makes me appreciate the moments I have with my dad and encourages me to spend as much time with him as I can. We miss my mom during the week, but I know I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my time with him at home in addition to in the car on the way to the bus and on the way home.
It’s hard to think about not making funny faces with him at the dinner table or going to the dump with him or walking past a bookstore and saying “No, Dad. You don’t need any more books” next year while I’m in Florence. Luckily, we have the summer to enjoy and all the memories we’ve created and will continue to create. I will forever be my daddy’s little girl, and he will always be my favorite superhero.
Thank God we have dads in our world. They teach us how to fish, how to set up a tent, how to be brave and humble. And many of them have an innate ability to successfully raise their children. For one, I look at my grandpa who raised my incredible mom and awesome uncle. Both of them went on to admirably raise their children. It’s an ongoing cycle; I can only hope that I will be able to raise my children the way my parents and grandparents have.
So to all the fathers out there, thank you for all you do for your children. We wouldn’t be here without you, and we respect and appreciate you very much. xo ~e.