Dad,
Thanks for putting in the time. I didn't appreciate that when I was a kid, but I do now. Thanks for letting me observe you frame walls in the basement without setting out to teach me carpentry. And when I got bored watching you hang drywall, you let me run off to do kid stuff.
I thought it was cool to hold the strobe light thing while you adjusted the timing on your car.
You took me to see Jaws when I was probably too young, and I loved it.
I can’t imagine how hard it was being a single dad in the 1970s. You woke us up in the middle of the night to take us with you when you needed to solve a computer problem at work. But you remembered to bring crayons so we could color on reams of dot-matrix printer paper while you did hours of debugging. And keeping crayons in those magnetic tape storage cases made me a cool kid at school.
You took us camping in the back of a truck with a camper shell. In order for us to sleep comfortably, you built a plywood bunk bed with a cushion for me to lie across. I loved that bed. In the morning you fixed us instant oatmeal on a camp stove.
Thanks for coaching my little league baseball team when no other dad would. We never seemed to win, but you made sure that every kid on the team played and felt important. It was a blast. I don’t know how you managed it all.
I never felt inadequate because you couldn’t afford fancy gifts for Christmas, and honestly, my favorite meals were the nights when you served up a plate of Kraft Mac & Cheese.
Through it all, you taught me strength, patience, kindness, and understanding.
Happy Father’s Day. But remember, if it weren’t for me, you wouldn't even be a father!
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