Johnny shared: Here’s to the Fathers
Such curious men snapping cameras like mad, recording the moment, they turn into “Dad”. Here’s to the fathers who put in their time, who don’t say to mother’s that’s your job, not mine. Here’s to the fathers who manage to stay when so many fathers are turning away. Here’s to the fathers whose big money dreams, die in the corner while their baby screams. And yet without anger, dread, or regrets, they comfort the child, hold it close to their chests. And as the child grows, they grow with it too, learning a depth that they never knew. And soon they are older, their hair slightly gone, chasing two children around the front lawn. Carpooling teams to Little League games, buying them hamburgers after it rains. They mend broken dolls and fix broken wheels, they cringe when their daughters try their first pair of heels. They postpone their plans to sail across seas. Instead they sing “Barney” and bandage skinned knees. Here’s to the fathers who miss on promotions, who forego the bonus for birthday commotions. Here’s to the fathers who get off the phone, to hear their sons practice their new saxophone who leave work to see their daughter’s recital. Here’s to the heroes who work without title. This is a world full of neglect, with everyday stories of lives that are wrecked. Of fatherless children who take up with guns to kill other children of fatherless sons. Divorce shattered families, childhoods derailed, mothers still waiting for checks not mailed. You wonder what wrongs these souls ever did to make a grown man turn away from his kids. So here’s to the fathers who don’t compromise who see a light shining in their children’s eyes. And feel a rare glow as if from a gem and know that once someone saw this glow in them. For all the good boys they have raised in the world for all the examples they set for their girls. For all the loved children whose stories they’ll tell. Here’s to the father’s that taught them so well.
What did your dad always say?
This is a picture of Stacey, her dad, Jim and niece, Madison. Stacey’s father always told her “You could sell ice to the Eskimos.” Stacey says “Being a salesman himself, that meant he believed in me.”