Hug your dad this Father’s Day; hug him especially hard. For many (of us) this Father’s Day, there are no dads to hug, no fathers to fete, so for those who have a father here on this planet, hug him or both of them, or all of them – hug them hard and love them long.
Hug your dad for everything he’s done for you and in spite of all the things you may have wished he had done, but he did not.
Hug your dad and give him a whole lot of slack this Father’s Day (and every day if you can) because he is doing his best, and some days that will be amazing, and some days, perhaps not so much.
Mothers, give the father of your child(ren) love this Father’s Day and as much as you can every day, because, they – like you — and all of us — are imperfect humans, hoping and striving to do the best they can.
And give a huge, big hug to fathers everywhere who see the world in a different way (the how many Cheerios can I stack on my poor, little defenseless baby’s nose- kinda different way) and are going to make you laugh til you snort the tea/coffee/other right out of your nose and across the table.
My son- whom I know will be an amazing (almost all the time) father one day, has a good father to love. He still misses the grandfathers, though, men we lost two decades ago, and grandfathers we still miss.
Grampa Herb- his father’s father, made me laugh, debated first year psych with me, and taught me how to ride a horse. I will love him forever.
Grampa Rene – my dad- was mostly absent, but loved us a million percent, although it was just before he died that he was able to say “I love you.” What an amazing gift is that!
Some days, I grieve the loss of fathers in my life. And, Father’s Day is always a little tough. But tough is good, sometimes, and it gives me a reason to take time. Take time to think, remember and love the life I’ve had.
And this Father’s Day, when my son is with his dad and we are both thinking of the grandfathers, I’ll take some time to sit by the garden– the Herb garden– and salute all that is good about Father’s Day.