Sunday is Father’s Day. Father’s Day has never meant too much to me. Both my parents died when I was young so I never really got to know either of them and I have never been a father. I never really dwell on either. One I had no control, the other was a mutual decision. Seeing a young girl dressed like a hooker or a young boy wearing skinny jeans with a man bun has made me wonder what kind of Dad I may have been and just imagining if they were the demon like I was as a kid really gave me pause on the whole child thing. Having a crazy dog has shed many of insights on my parenting skills. I have learned that I more than likely would have sucked and my life had been spared jail time for murdering a boyfriend.
There is a downside of not being a dad and that is I have no one to take care of me when I’m old and I have no one to leave my vast fortune too. Problematic. Especially for a gasbag like me.
I see father’s that I would aspire to immolate. Sheriff Andy Taylor comes to mind. He had all the attributes of being a great father. Compassion, humor, morality, ethics, humility, discipline, stability, wisdom, respect, priorities and he new how to love. Some of those qualities I now have but back in the day I owned not many of those. Closer to home I see my nephew Justin being a great dad to his two children, I see my pastor being a wonderful dad to his boys. It helps that he is called Matt Daddy.
The U.S. Open golf tournament has always been on Father’s Day weekend. It has always been a special time for me as a golf fan because it takes me back to my favorite golfer of all time, the late Payne Stewart. Back in ’99 he defeated Phil Mickelson who had yet to win a U.S. Open and whose wife was expecting at any time. Payne drained a 15 foot putt to win the Open. Phil extended his hand in congratulation that day, but Stewart brushed that aside. Stewart cradled Mickelson’s face in his hands, drew it close and blurted a consolation speech right from the heart.
“You’re going to be a father!” Stewart said. Then proceeded to tell how great of a dad he would be.
Mickelson’s wife gave birth the next day to a girl.
In closing let me remind the Father’s out there that anyone can be a father but not everyone can be a Dad. Enjoy the day. Breakfast at Another Broken Egg, the final round of the US Open will be on the tube, there is plenty of Blue Bell in the house, my favorite 15 year old Scotch will be cracked open, a recliner will be napped in and I will act like a Father on Father’s Day. Cheers
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Some thoughts on Father’s Day.
I can relate!