It is Father’s Day, the one day a year when sons and daughters (hopefully) remember to thank Dear Old Dad for all he has meant to them over the years.
Me, I’ve been blessed with three great children, to whom I hope I have been a good father. While all of us Dads out there imagine ourselves as the modern day equivalent of a Cliff Huxtable, we also realize all too often we tend to resemble Homer Simpson in how we relate to our kids. I’d be happy to wind up somewhere in the middle.
My oldest, Nick, just graduated from college and is launching what will likely be a successful career. No father can be prouder of his son and the man he has become.
Nick has two beautiful daughters of his own, so this is also his well-deserved Father’s Day.
Jaylynn just turned 15, and has had me wrapped around her little finger since birth. Bright, funny and beautiful, she planned to take her family along yesterday (Saturday) on her annual water park trip, her reward for selling so many Girl Scout cookies again this year.
The excursion was also to serve as my Father’s Day present, which was just fine for me.
Jason, 7.5, has plans to “take” me to the movies this afternoon, so that we can watch “Godzilla” for my Father’s Day present. As we talked things over the other night, Jason wanted to know if it was just going be us, or would we also be going with Mommy and Jaylynn.
I told him I didn’t think either of the ladies were particularly interested in seeing a movie about a giant monster, a fact which seemed to relieve him. Jason also wanted to know if I would take him toy shopping after the movie, “for Father’s Day” and I had to tell him that was not going to happen, which was greeted with slightly less enthusiasm.
And, behind every great father there is an even greater mother. In my case, I am fortunate Vida is that even greater Mommy. She has agreed to cook me up a steak and baked potatoes dinner tonight; this even after she took her daycare kids on a field trip to the movies Friday and is helping to organize her high school class reunion later this month.
All things considered, I guess I am closer to having “The Cosby Show” than “The Simpsons” serve as my template for fatherhood. In fact, Cliff would be lucky to have my life for his show ... but I would never make that trade.
Just a thought ...
Kellar is a Herald-Banner staff writer