Dear Dads,

Thank you.
For bringing us into the world.
For holding us and comforting us.
For changing diapers, lullabies, and warm bottles.
For belly laughs, peek-a-boos, and blowing raspberries.
For teaching us to tie our shoes, brush our teeth and how to use the big potty.
For timeouts, spankings, and come to Jesus talks.
For GI Joes, RC cars, and super soakers.
For teaching us right versus wrong and what to stand for.
For coaching little league, chaperoning field trips, and impromptu pizza parties when you’re 2000 miles away.
For fishing trips, shooting guns and laying under the stars.
For teaching us the values of hard work, discipline, and mental toughness.
For batting tips, how to throw a spiral, foot races, and alley oops.
For sports camps, combines, tournaments, flights, drives, and time off work.
For the clothes, shoes, cars, and place to sleep.
For coming to every game, fund raiser, and banquet.
For sharing the joys of victory and agony of defeat and showing us that no matter the outcome, we’re winners.
For the thankless jobs and working long nights to provide.
For the opportunities you provided and for giving us a better life than you had.
For not being perfect and unapologetically admitting it every time.
For all the little things that go unnoticed and unappreciated.
Thank you.

For all those things have made us into the people you see today. Your influence has shaped us into citizens of the world and with your teachings, we will continue to teach with our children and generations to come.

Being a Dad can be the greatest treasure in the world, but it can also be one hell of a Grind. Thank you for pushing through and always being there for us. We wouldn’t be where we are with out you.

Grind On Dads!

TGDS

 

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As I published this post it occurred to me that it may not apply to everyone or that everyone’s views on fathers may not be the same.

I was very blessed with a father who was engaged and involved since I can remember. It wasn’t until I got older that I experienced situations where friends didn’t have a strong or any connection with their dads. Just from seeing those types of relationships, I knew I was very lucky to have what I did in my Dad.

As I look back today, Father’s Day, on my relationship with my Dad and the different relationships I’ve been around there stands a common theme. No matter what your relationship with your Dad is, it still has as great an impact on your life as if you had a “perfect” relationship with Dad.

Whether you’ve had Father of the year candidates in your life or not, I hope we all can learn from our experiences and take away something that we can incorporate into our lives moving forward. We can all choose to be the Father we always wanted for the next generations to come.