This is my 60th Father’s Day (I was a month and a half for my first) and my 17th as a father. Fathers are never perfect. They aren’t meant to be. They are meant to direct us to a better us. We rarely see the blessing of our fathers when we are young. It is most often that we see in our reflection the influence of our fathers—and for many of us we see the reflection of our fathers.
Many celebrate the day with a sense of loss. Some with a bitter taste of abandonment. I am blessed to still have my father with me. I know I will always have him with me, as I will always have the memories and the reminders in myself.
My father is not perfect, but he is the perfect father for me. I would not be who I am without his influence. Thank you, Dad!
I am not a perfect father—far from it. I try. I make mistakes (a lot of mistakes), but despite my shortcomings, I trust that experiences and relationships my children are making are for God’s Purposes. I see reflections of myself, my father, my father-in-law, and my Creator Father in my children—more so with every passing year.
I celebrate today with grattitude and the hope that I will be my best today and be better tomorrow.
To all fathers, thank you and bless you. Moreover, may the fruit of your fatherhood be a blessing to others.
Be your best today; be better tomorrow.
Carpe momento!
[As I intended to type “carpe momento” above, by brain began to type one of my mantras—“I am third.” Perhaps, it is a subtle message to me from the Universe about my mission as a father?]