[NOTE: THIS POST IS A REPEAT FROM 2017; BUT IT CAPTURES THE THOUGHTS I HAVE REGARDING MY DAD AND MY TWO SONS-IN-LAW AND, IN MY MIND, BEARS REPEATING TODAY AS WE CELEBRATE A DAY TO HONOR FATHERS. HAPPY FATHERS’ DAY TO ALL OF YOU DADS, BUT ESPECIALLY TO MY DAD AND SONS-IN-LAW]
I’ve heard all my life that “any man can be a father, but it takes a special man to be a dad.” I believe that to be true and I’m fortunate to see three generations of dads in my family right now. I’m blessed to have my dad still with us and I look forward to seeing him later today. I’m confident that anyone who knows my dad could not come up with anything bad to say about him even if they wanted to for some reason. His integrity and character are unquestionable; he is kind and patient to everyone, and if anything would try his patience it would be raising two boys who pretty well covered the spectrum between being okay at times to fighting like cats and dogs at times. Daddy has ALWAYS been a “dad”. Other than my wife, he is still the person I run to when I need advise, or when the car breaks down, or when I’ve had a bad day. He is the man I wanted to emulate as I was growing up and it is still my goal to be like my dad. It is also a goal I realized some time back that I would not achieve but it is still my goal. He and Mama laid the foundation that has held firm throughout the euphoric highs and the devastating lows of my life and I’m so thankful for them and the job they did preparing me for adulthood.
The next generation is me. I know I’m a father, and I think I’m a dad, but truthfully you’ll have to ask my two daughters that question. Nothing makes me prouder or happier than seeing my two baby girls as adults with their own families. When I think back on all the struggles we’ve had over the years and see them now, it was worth it. It was worth every sleepless night when they were babies and the sleepless nights as they emerged into adulthood as well as the sleepless nights when they struggle with life’s problems and crises like we’ve just experienced. My heart breaks when theirs does and celebrates when theirs does. George Strait’s song captured it best: “Let me tell you a secret about a father’s love…. it’s a love without end, amen.”
Now, I get to observe my two sons-in-law as they are dads. It’s a different role for me; a role of observation more than participation. I’m always here for them and happy to discuss anything with them, but I try to keep my mouth shut unless I’m asked. These two fine men are on point now with their “daddyhood” responsibilities and appear to be doing an excellent job. I love these two men and am enjoying watching them as they “daddy” their children.
I would be remiss if I didn’t mention my heritage. I have very fond memories of my grandfathers- two of the finest men you would ever meet. And they laid the foundation for my Mama and Daddy. I even have faint memories of three of my four great-grandfathers and I can say the same about them. How blessed I am to look backwards to see such outstanding dads in my family while looking ahead to see two more coming through the good times and bad times of being a dad.
Happy Fathers’ Day, Daddy. And happy Fathers’ Day to my sons-in-law. I love you men very much!