As much as my inner Capricorn wants to believe that I can do everything on my own, I recognize that I do, sometimes, need help from time to time.
Yesterday was Father’s Day, and I happily spent time to celebrate the men in my life who have done, and currently do, so much for me and my little family. My husband and my Dad are shining examples of great men. Having them as mine makes me happy, because I’d be jealous if they belonged to someone else.
Cranky toddler aside, we had a wonderful time lunching at a local island-themed restaurant and exchanging cute (but slightly corny) Dad presents.
My personal favorite gifts were the t-shirt my daughter gave my husband that had picture of Darth Vader and Leia, along with the phrase, Father & Daughter: Best Friends in the Galaxy, and tickets to a local beer festival. They were definitely up his alley and he seemed to enjoy it. As much as I love a good beer festival, I’d happily let him go with one of his other guy friends if he needed a break from family time. I’m a cool wife like that.
After taking the cranky toddler home, we all passed out into our Sunday nap zone (which was glorious, even for just an hour or two), and woke up to a wide-awake, even crankier toddler. She made her Dad earn every ounce of relaxation he got that day!
Just to give dear, old Dad a break, I whisked the toddler off to the local grocery store and placated her with a free bakery cookie and important tasks. She helped me organize the cart, held the bananas, picked out ice cream for Dad, and even helped punch numbers into the credit card machine when I paid. She thought she was hot stuff, manning the touch-screen and punching the big “No” button when it asked if we wanted cash back. She was almost a little too comfortable with it, for a 3-year-old.
After all way done for the day, we made daddy his special dinner and let him have full control of the TV, even if it pained our little girl to miss yet-another episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. She ended the night by giving her Dad a photo of the two of them in a frame that read, “Dad, You’re my hero”. He said it was the perfect way to end the night, so I knew I’d gotten the job done.
Mother’s and Father’s Days are never easy, restful days as a parent of a young child, but just knowing that your family tries to make it special anyway is totally worth any aggravation that may come your way.
Happy Father’s Day to all of the blessed Dads and Grandpas out there–May your heart of gold glimmer like the grey in your hair, on this day and every day.