In fact, Father’s Day smacks against what it really means to be a father.
Men take hills and conquer armies, they don’t sit back a soak up the sun in the quiet of their back yards.
We keep our heads down and power on rather than look for congratulations and “job well done”.
There isn’t time for a day to honor. There are yards to be mowed, trim to be painted, bushes to trim.
We can’t wait for breakfast to be made at 9:30 when we are use to being up at the crack of dawn. We’re hungry at 6:45 and ready to get out the door before the traffic gets heavy.
On the other hand…It is awful nice to hear what a great dad you are. And the little ankle biters did buy me an awfully nice grill. And I have been wanting to try roasting a chicken on that grill. And it is suppose to be a beautiful day. And I do have live Reds baseball streaming on my phone. And it wouldn’t hurt me to take a day and rest.
By golly, I’m doing it! I’m taking full advantage of this Hallmark-driven holiday. I’m cooking my chicken and listening to my game and I deserve it. I’m getting hugs from my kids and soaking up the glory because I’m a Father…and I deserve it.
But for my own piece of mind, hide the mower.