Today is my first Father’s day. It’s usually a quiet event, unlike Mother’s day, but I like it because it’s a quiet event. I don’t need fancy roses or wild celebration or chocolate cakes; just a nod, an appreciation and a pat on the back is good enough. It’s a team effort, where the glory is not for any individual parent but for the entire family, together as one.
I rehashed this old post, which I still think is very meaningful. Perhaps now, as a newly minted father, it’s even more meaningful. I still get touched reading this. Happy father’s day to all the daddies who might be earning the money for the family, or the chores they do to take care of the family.
When I was a kid at 5, I never liked my father. He wasn’t there when I needed him, …