attmandu’s BodyBlog

I’d like to share what that means to me.  I’ve often thought that the most important job I’ve ever been given was fatherhood.  But really it’s a gift…. one I’ve never taken for granted.  I’ve raised three kids… ages 28, 22 and 17.  I know that being a bread winner/work horse/husband and dad is one heck of a role at times.  It can seem a bit overwhelming too.  It seems like the "things to do" list is never going to end…  Project’s half finish or started.  Lawns need mowing… fences need repairing, someone has practice, the other child need to be dropped of to work, it goes on and on!  (Plus your wallet is alway empty too!)  But I would suggest on this day of all days to put all those things aside and enjoy some special time with your family.  Kids, especially, remember the little things like… the fun day at the park when dad pushed me real high on the swing… that sunny day at the lake when dad threw us up over his shoulder into the water. You’re probably not going to hear about the fun they had watching you build the tool shed in the backyard or what a awsome post hole digger you are!  Make time for memories… all the time.

I often wonder how my own dad views this day… but sadly he’s one of the old school guys who can’t seem talk about any feelings at all… even good ones.  He alway spent father’s day doing some project that obviously could have waited until the next weekend… but he never did.  He’d even come in late and miss dinner on father’s day?  I would like to be freinds with my dad the way my adult kids are friends with me. But he always wants to keep that boundry up.  He feels the need to be my parent… but at almost 50 years old I don’t need him like that anymore.  Sadly, he’s still not giving me what I want or need…  his time.  My kids do need me as a parent occasionally still… but mostly, I give them the room to grow/change… and make mistakes too!  I give guidance when asked… but most importantly I make time for them in my life.   Now I get from them, the friendship I desired from my parents.  We love spending time with each other… making memories.  I’m so glad I didn’t spend all my free time on weekends doing silly projects… that 30 years later don’t mean a thing.  Happy Father’s Day!

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