One of the kids recently asked me about games I played with my father, and I had to think for a long time, finally telling them, “My father wasn’t like your father. He didn’t get on the floor and wrestle and play and do things like that with us.”
The kids looked at me like I had just announced that my father was from a distant planet, had antennae jutting from his head, and snacked on earthworms. The concept of a father who does not play, talk, and spend lots of time with his children was clearly alien and entirely incomprehensible to them, and that made me smile. I’m glad they have no idea what any other kind of father would be like. They have the best, and that is what matters.
Happy Father’s Day, Gary! (I know we won’t be online once the kids get home tomorrow, so I wanted to post this early for you.) I love you!