Yesterday was Father’s Day. How many times did we hear the phrase “Happy Father’s Day” ? And how many fathers received that greeting deservedly ?
With so many broken families, how many of us fit the profile of the loving, always available parent ? How many children have memories of anything but the happy family with mommy, daddy and the children that they hear about ? Not too many, I’m afraid.
My husband and I invited his brother with his wife over for the traditional Father’s Day Bar- B- Q and had a good time enjoying the American Life Style but, I noticed that none of us mentioned the past – and why ? because our children grew up without one of their parents or the other – and we all have many regrets – would love to have the opportunity to do it over with the wisdom we have acquired over the years – but alas, that is not possible. All has been forgiven, but not forgotten by the children, I’m sure.
So to a happier note: We are proud of all of them – somehow human beings prevail and, I would like to think that somehow they turned into decent, contributing citizens because of some of the things we did right. One thing is for sure – we loved them and, I hope they have felt that.
Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers out there.