Sixteen years ago I celebrated my first Father’s Day, when my oldest, Sara, was born in May. Two years later it became more special with the birth of my second daughter, Erika. Since then I’ve treasured Father’s Day. Well, to be more accurate, the Monday after, as I had worked on Sundays. Father’s Day was celebrated in my house on Mondays and it was very special for me. Here are a couple of observations I made a few years ago, concerning my children and Father’s Day, on a site called 100 Words:
Ten years ago I joined a group of men who celebrate this day unlike the rest. Father’s Day became special to me in 1998 when my daughter Sara was born. In 2001, it became more special after Erika was born.
In the long run, they say that anyone can be a ‘Father’ but it takes a lot of work, love, care, and concern to be a ‘Dad.’ I hope that I have achieved the latter.
This year my girls created a song and dance for me about Father’s Day. It was from the heart and I enjoyed it!
Since I went to work at six yesterday, Erika got up this morning and made me a Father’s Day breakfast. I helped as well.
The meal consisted of two waffles, a scrambled egg, bacon all in a sandwich. Plus sausage and coffee, of course! The meal was very good primarily because I supervised. No eggshells, no burnt bacon or sausage, and no partly frozen waffles. And, like Father, Erika made herself a similar breakfast.
Hopefully they will take after me in terms of cooking; not to ‘catch a man’ but to survive in this world of fast food.
In November of 2005 was when I started taking my writing seriously and my girls were become of that age when they wanted to do things that Dad likes to do. When they found out I was writing stories, they wanted to do the same thing. Erika was more determine to write than Sara and she would make up stories, plays, and even songs.
In November, 2010 my girls enter the NaNoWriMo competition for the first time. They entered under the Youth Program, which allowed them to choose their own Word Goal. Sara chose 1500 words and Erika, shot for 5000. Both girls did achieve their goals by the end of the 30 days and it made both of them happy. They had fun with the writing and the deadlines, plus they got to meet a few fellow writers online.
I don’t think either of them are currently writing stories. As teenagers, they have other interests in mind and it may be some time before they return to story writing. I only hope that my creativity has rubbed off on them enough to want to return to it in the future.
Father’s Day 2014
Father’s Day became different this year, something I didn’t expect to happen. I celebrated it alone, more or less. Last month my wife requested a divorce and, since then, I’ve been living in a one bedroom apartment. Before I left the house, I asked my wife if we didn’t get together beforehand, let’s get together on Father’s Day. I think she agreed but I don’t recall for sure. Anyway, this past Friday, Sara came over and spent the weekend with me. It was nice to have her here for that time and we had some laughs and caught up on what happened over the last couple weeks, since the separation.
As Sunday arrived, there was no mention of Father’s Day, not even a card. I didn’t say anything to anyone as I didn’t want to cause trouble. I guess the children felt that since I’m not living them anymore, they are not obligated to get me a card, gift or even wish me a “Happy Father’s Day.” It does hurt, but at least, I’m still on speaking terms with them, so it’s not a total loss. Having Sara here for the weekend was better than any card or gift that they could have gotten me as it shows she likes me enough to want to spend time with me.
Going forward, I plan to continue being a part of my daughters’ lives and I hope that they will want to be a part of mine. The separation will be for the better in the long run, but I pray that they will remember that I am a part of their lives and will keep me in mind in the future.