They woke me up early and took me to Cracker Barrel for breakfast.
No ties or underwear or socks. Instead, the three little people presented me with artwork and candy and a poem.
The Father Poem
(by Gabriella age 6, with help from her mother age 30 something)Daddy, we love you
You take us to the park
You play with us a lot
And catch fireflies in the dark
You build blocks with us
You take us to the creek
We like to wrestle with you
You scare us in hide and seek
We go to Chick-fil-A
You take us to the mall
You play cars with me
You throw me the softball
You make the sounds like tools
When you help me brush my teeth
You read me books at bed time
And sing me songs to go to sleep
We love you Daddy!
Then, after church, I was given the afternoon to do whatever I wanted. Of course I wanted to do some work so I’d have less to do this week, or go on a date with Becky, or do nothing at all. But it felt wrong to work on Father’s Day and we couldn’t find a babysitter. And being married to Becky means I never do nothing at all. She “suggested” I shop for a video camera since ours busted a year ago and we’ve caught none of our kids’ lives on tape since then. I suggested I just buy a camera on-line but she suggested that electronics stores would be running Father’s Day sales. I suggested that the top rated camcorder according to Consumer Reports wouldn’t be on sale. I headed out the door anyway, suspecting there was a hidden agenda behind her sending me shopping.
After checking prices at seven stores I headed home empty-handed and walked in the door to the smell of dinner. The kids had made me scrambled eggs, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, Tostito chips, and apple slices. And water to drink. I did my best to pretend it was the best meal I’d ever had. I must be a good actor because they’ve volunteered to cook for me one day every week from now on.
When the kids went to bed Becky and I sat around talking about how we don’t feel old enough or smart enough to be taking care of three children. Seems like our own parents were kinder, wiser, and just plain better at this parenting thing than we are right now. Maybe they’re just good actors too.
freedom1st says:
My 3 made me breakfast, eggs, bacon, biscuits, OJ and fruit and yogurt parfaits. Then at church they made me pictures. One of them pasted a picture of Brad Pitt on the paper with “my dad looks like this” under it. I look more like john candy than brad pitt, but hey, if that’s what she sees, I’m not correcting her vision.
Grovesfan says:
Scott is deployed so we didn’t get to spend Father’s Day with him. Instead we made one of his favorite meals for dinner and ate in his honor and talked about what a great dad he is. I did get a short email from him today. He’s incredibly busy; to the point of one of his coworkers nearly having a nervous breakdown. The pace is almost unbearable at times. Please pray that they will all get rest. Tragic mistakes can happen when people are overworked.
Beth
benstewart says:
you are my hero.