Well, Father’s Day.
To tell the truth, I have never been that comfortable with
having a day for fathers in general and myself in particular. Perhaps that
feeling stems from my wanting to keep a low profile, the less people see you, and
the less blame can be attached. I put up with father’s day, for the kids, they
want to show how much they love me.
At first of course, it is the wives that celebrate the day
on behalf of the kids and over the years the kids take over the duty.
Personally, I think that Father’s Day was created to sell ties and tools and
also maybe the Moms felt a little guilty having a day and the dads didn’t. I
guess that in the end people will do what makes them feel good about themselves.
Maybe it says something about me that I don’t feel I deserve
any gifts or accolades for doing something that I love to do. Yes, there have
been times when I have been disappointed in the behaviour of my kids, but I
find that I have been more disappointed in pretty much everyone that I know. No
one is perfect and yet I find that I would like them to try a little harder. My
problem, no one else’s.
Anyways, my hats off to the kids and thanks for being people
who I can be proud of and that I don’t have to visit in prison.
Oh, thanks to my dad for setting the bar so high.
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