A Few Thoughts About Our Dads
by Kelly S. Croslis
Fathers. They are the strongholds of our families. Boys want to be like them, girls idolize them. He is the first guy they say I love you too, and the last one they say good-bye to on there wedding days. They play such a big part in our lives. Often being the staunch disciplinarian to momís quiet love.
Men have been given the reputation of not wanting to show emotion, to do so would be considered weak. They remain quiet so to show others they are a rock. They are an integral part in our lives. They show their sons how to live, to provide, and to be a man. They show their daughterís how they should be treated; by the way they treat their wife.
As this fathers day approaches, I am conflicted. I never knew my father. He divorced my mom before I was born. He gave up his parental rights and I was adopted by my step-dad when I was 2 years old. My step-dad took care of us and I admire him for taking my brothers and me under his wing. He was always there during our sports events and helped with homework. Today he is the doting grandfather to my girls. Though I had this time with him, my heart, as I grew older thought of my father. I wanted to know him; I was told I was just like him. I had a pressing desire to see him. Then I received a phone call not long ago; my father had died of an apparent heart attack. I was crushed. I never knew him and now I never would. He had left me again.
I was left with questions that will remain unanswered. My heart still aches at times, but then I feel guilty for mourning someone I never knew, when my step-dad was there for me almost all my life. I wonder if I am wrong for feeling so much for someone I didnít know, while the person who raised me stood back.
These experiences have affected my life in many ways. Today I make sure that my husband has a good relationship with our daughters. Once a month they go on a ëdate.í They go to a movie or maybe just to the mall and have lunch. Itís time with their dad; the most important man in their lives. I don't want them to grow up and have questions about their dad; I want them to experience the love he has for them. I am happy for what they have. Even as teenagers, they still enjoy sitting on his lap to talk, being tucked in at night and arenít embarrassed to hold his hand in public; they even share his taste in music.
This fathers day I will think of my father, but more importantly I will thank God for my dad. He stepped up and took care of us. I now know that fathers come in all shapes and sizes. Some are there all the time, some just come to visit. Some we know well, others we wish we could have known better. For fatherís day, sit back and think of your dad wherever he may be. Thank him for being there and know that deep down inside lies the heart of a saint, even if he doesnít show it.
Father's Day Poems
The idea for Fatherís Day is attributed to Sonora Dodd, who was raised by her father after her motherís death during childbirth. While listening to a sermon at church on Motherís Day, she thought about all her father had done for her and her siblings and decided fathers should have a day, too. Because Doddís father was born in June, she encouraged churches in her area, Spokane, Wash., to honor fathers that month. The first Fatherís Day was celebrated in Spokane in 1910.
Over the years, the idea spread, and people lobbied Congress to establish the holiday. In 1916, President Woodrow Wilson, who had signed a proclamation establishing Mother's Day, approved the idea, but never signed a proclamation for it. In 1924, President Calvin Coolidge made it a national event to "establish more intimate relations between fathers and their children and to impress upon fathers the full measure of their obligations."