With Father’s Day right around the corner, I thought I’d take a moment this week to honor the occasion.
After all, where would we be without fathers?
I mean, they’ve saved us from jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge just because everyone else did, helped us not air condition the whole neighborhood by leaving the front door open and taught us that you don’t need to stop for directions even if you’ve been circling the same place for three hours.
But they’ve also taught us that nobody can take away your pride but you and anything is possible with a strong work ethic, a little bit of luck and some dirt to rub on it.
Father’s Day weekend for my own dad usually revolves around family and a visit with me to some random golf course somewhere. It’s a sport we both love and aren’t that great at, but it’s the company that matters most of all.
And somewhere between the eighth green and ninth fairway, I usually stop and find myself grateful for the opportunity just to hang out with him.
After all, he didn’t have to be my father. He chose that role when he married my mother when I was 15 years old. And those early years as a new step-father to a teenage girl couldn’t have been that easy either.
So in a way, I suppose that’s really what Father’s Day is about after all. You don’t always have to be blood to be family.
In society right now, there are all kinds of fathers, and sharing the same last name isn’t a requirement.
So for you fathers or father figures out there, enjoy your day to the fullest this Sunday. Fire up the grill, nap with remote in hand and wear your new polka-dotted tie with pride.
Happy Father’s Day!