Father’s Special Day

Father’s Day is the day we celebration our love for fathers. It is surely a day to evoke memories. If you celebrate with your father, or the father of your children, you are making memories. And if your special father is not with you, then you will remember with love – maybe you will make memories, and also remember. I find myself doing both, which is amazingly like “deja vu.”

From my memory, as with Mothers’ Day, the day starts off with great excitement. A bounce in the bed, with squeals of joy, as the “honored one” is roughly awakened. This is always a favorite holiday, to honor dad. Much time goes into preparing for the special day. Cards are made, gifts made or bought, and a very special breakfast planned. So many hours are spent preparing, when the day finally arrives, the kids are in overload, jazzed on adrenalin, thus the morning rush! The gifts are always handpicked by the kids,with a little help from an adult, when needed. Dad’s job is to act surprised (even if he saw it being made). Oh yes, and to pretend he knew what it was, even if he really didn’t.

With my kids grown, and children of their own, things have changed a little, but not much. No more jumping on our bed (now they get that adrenalin attack). And, they get the breakfast, the hand made card and gift, or special purchased gift. They act surprised, and would never dream of asking what it was! They share the joy, and reap the hugs, and kisses (as it should be). My husband is still remembered with food, a visit, a purchased card and gift, a wonderful hug, and, yes, a handmade card from the grandchildren.

And when I remember my dad, I have the same wonderful memories of the Fathers’ Days spent with him. The excitement, making the right card and the right gift, planning breakfast, and proudly picking and wearing my pink rose to church (to honor him) – and feeling so proud of the card, gift and food. He always knew just what was on my card, and never failed to like my gift. And if that wasn’t enough love, he never complained about the food.

Wow, what wonderful memories. I hope yours are as good as mine!