Today is Father’s Day and as all the posts on Face Book and all the adds are about fathers, naturally, I got thinking about my father. When I discovered that the card I thought I had safely tucked away for the day was possibly the one I used last year, I wondered what I would do. I thought about asking him to do something with me which would bring back great memories, like going to Canadian Tire together. But, which thing would I choose. And I began trying to think of when he was most my father;
Saturday morning trips to Canadian Tire with me riding on his shoulders or holding his hand through the parking lot
picking me up from school when I broke my foot
any time he took me to the hospital and had to ask me my age etc.
swimming (me) and dead man’s float (him)
when he worked on the house and I ran to get tools etc. to help out
when he drove us around and pointed out all the sights and challenged us to watch for animals
hiking through the woods and pretending that I didn’t have a swarm of deer flies on my back so I wouldn’t completely melt down
when he sat me down (on top of the fridge) for an eye-to-eye chat
when he tripped me on the way down the aisle for my first wedding, was it prescience?
when he hugged me good bye as I was moving to the USA
when he attended every performance I did which was within a day’s drive
when we went over what had gone well, and what might need improving
when he corrected my English, and then didn’t freak out when I did it to him
when he quietly helped me move back into their house after marriage one ended
when he played organ for our choir or sang in the choir with me
when he took pictures of me…”no turn around and look at the tree…”
when we went out for my first driving lesson and he said, “let’s cross the highway bridge”
Obviously I could go on and on. I recently had a chance to read some of his memories from his youth which I considered to be a great privilege. It made me think of that little boy in a picture with a dog and the biggest smile on his face. That is my dad.
So when was he most my father? Anytime I think about him!
Jars of Clay
Michael W. Smith
Point of Grace
Nicole C. Mullen
Rebecca St. James