Father’s Day has always been an emotional dichotomy for me. While most celebrate the day with their fathers, I wish the fathers of loved ones a happy holiday, and I quietly reflect on who I am today, certainly a result of the strong influence my father had in such a short time.
My father taught me how to swing a bat and throw a baseball. He taught me that being good at something wasn’t luck or something that is bestowed upon someone. It was a direct result of dedication and persistence. He taught me that mediocrity was a choice, and a poor one at that. I learned all of this at a very young age. I lost my father when I was 9.
I experience this Father’s Day much different than any previous one. I am finally on the receiving end of the well wishes. I am certainly grateful for the wonderful words of kindness from friends, family, and other loved ones. I have to admit, though, that the day feels somewhat anticlimactic with perspective – Father’s Day began 5 months ago the day my daughter was born, and it feels like a holiday every day since.