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My Favorite Father’s Day

Richard Greenberg
Author Richard Greenberg
Submitted 04-06-2015

3GenerationsI’ve been a father for thirty-four years, which means I’ve been the singular object of my family’s affection for at least one day on thirty-four occasions.

When my father-in-law and my father were still alive, I’d usually wake up to a sweet Father’s Day welcome and then drag myself, my kids, and our parenting gear to various parts of town to celebrate first with my dad, and then with JoAnn’s dad, my father-in-law.

In those days I learned to defer, allowing our fathers to stand and revel in the glory of having created my wife and me.  Simply put, I understood I was not the Dad being celebrated at those events.  It wasn’t hard. Both our Dads were funny and grateful for their hundredth tie. No matter how dorky the gifts, they were always pleased to be getting them, especially from their grandchildren.  I had a tradition of telling my Dad a joke — because making him laugh was the best gift I could ever give him.

As we got older, I always took the time to thank those Fathers-before-me who had worked so hard to set an example, keeping a roof over our heads and helping us feel as though things would always be okay… even if they wouldn’t.  The perspective created by time and my own experience as a father makes me even more grateful to those who came before me.  No Dad is perfect, but Father’s Day was and will always be a day for gratitude.

As for my family, whenever possible, I used Father’s Day to lovingly impose my will.  One year, after a spontaneous double-header, JoAnn vowed to never attend another Sunday softball game.  As a result, my softball buddies and I used to deem Father’s Day “Fan Appreciation Day” to coerce our families into coming to watch.  We’d typically take the team picture that day, and hopefully give the kiddies a good show.  It worked like a charm, but our tradition ended when the league got flack for scheduling games on Mother’s Day. Father’s Day games were eliminated because of “equality” or some such thing.

That left us with a clean softball slate on Father’s Day Sunday.  Dads usually get a lot done on Sundays.  Basically, the “Day of Rest” is the day when all of the work I postponed around the house comes due.  The garage gets cleaned out, the car gets washed, the backyard furniture gets wiped down, light bulbs get changed, appliances get fixed, drains get snaked. You name it, it can happen on a Sunday.

But not on Father’s Day.

The beauty of Father’s Day is that it’s my day.  I choose my favorite meal (if my wife feels like making it).  I choose the music in the house (if it’s not too early).  I choose to watch golf on TV (because nobody really cares) and I get to have my kids around me (if they’re in town).  On Father’s Day I’m allowed to summon my children and have the expectation that they’ll actually come over and hang out with me (as long as we feed them).

I love when that happens.

These days my kids are pretty good at giving gifts.  Unlike the father’s that preceded me, I have not achieved the “What do you give the man who has everything?” stage of life.  I still love toys. Not Porsches or those types of material toys, but I generally yearn for a catalog-purchase quad copter, a new softball bat, or basically anything you’d buy a twelve year old.  I’m easy… and I don’t wear ties.

Unfortunately, we no longer share the day with the generation before us.  There will certainly come a time when our children become fathers, but until then all I really want for Father’s Day is to be in the company of my family and to laugh so hard my Dad can hear me.

My kids are like I was. They know I don’t really care about “stuff,” and that their best gift is to tell me a good joke (which they do all the time)… and maybe order me a quad copter from Amazon.