Today is Father’s Day, 2015.
I love Father’s Day – not just today – but every day, because I feel that every day is Father’s Day. I don’t need a day where it’s forced, but I know that I am not in the majority when it comes to the father’s role in a household.
I am a huge fan of Mother’s Day! – Not for being the only day to celebrate and appreciate your mother and the mother of your children – but because of the pain and effort Mother’s went through to have their children, and then go through for the rest of their lives for their children.
In most cases, without Mothers there would be no Fathers.
Growing up, I never felt the need to go hardcore on either Mother’s Day or Father’s Day because I tried to express my appreciation for my parents every day of the year, or at least more often than once a year. I still bought the cards, chocolates, flowers and whatever else was available for my parents but I never saw it for more than an opportunity for retail stores and the greeting card market to cash in.
Fast forward to today, in 2015, and as a super-involved parent of 3 fabulous children, I feel the same way about Father’s Day for me. I don’t need a tie, or cufflinks, nor a store bought card they signed, or another mug touting me as the World’s Greatest Dad. All I really need is a hug, kiss, and a hand-made gesture of their appreciation for anything that I’ve done during the year.
As a result, my Father’s Day this year was awesome and here are some of the reasons why;
My almost 6-year-old daughter had a soccer tournament through her North Toronto Soccer team, and I’m the coach! She started out playing soccer quite timidly, not surprising as the youngest of 3 kids whose older siblings are boys, but she has been great as of late.
Ever since a classmate of hers knocked her on her ass on purpose, which proved to be a wake-up call from my daughter, who got up, didn’t cry, dusted herself off, and then started playing more physically, which resulted in her scoring 3 goals including the game winner!
In fact, as this was the last game of the season for the team, there was one girl who had not scored a single goal all season, and after my daughter sped through the middle with the ball, and blew past both defenders, she waited at the goal line, called for this girl to run over, and she let the girl score her first goal.
The girl cried.
Her parents cried.
I almost cried.
If that is not the more empathetic thing a 5-year-old can do without being told to do so by anyone on the team, I don’t know what is. It made me realize that this child is special, and maybe… just maybe, the parenting is paying off.
This girls parents told us that their daughter is going to remember this day forever.
From there, we packed a lunch, grabbed some extra tissues in case of nose bleeds, and we headed north to Richmond Hill, to take child number 1 to a birthday party in Vaughan Mills.
We walked around the mall, and walked and walked and walked, and then when we could walk no more, we headed out for dinner to one of my favourite restaurants, Mezza Notte Trattoria, where I ate their super incredible appetizer of escargot on a Portobello mushroom in a cognac sauce, and I had a delicious piece of halibut with tomatoes, olives, and angel hair pasta.
I asked if anyone wanted to try the escargot, and because it was Father’s Day, my daughter stepped up to the plate. She said she liked it, but she also said that she liked it better than the whale we tried while in Iceland.
I had coffee after everyone was in bed with my long-time friend and jazz musician, Dr. Andrew Scott, and then we packed up our belongings and went to the Rinx, for an 11pm ball hockey game. I’ve been running my own team in the YCBHL since I was 19-years-old, called the Tasmaniacs. I love the 11pm games, and it’s great working up a sweat and getting to be all aggressive for an hour. At this particular game, we only had 2 defenseman which meant I got to play almost the entire game.
Then we all got changed, I dropped Dr. Scott off at home, and my neighbour and I went for another coffee at 1am.
I think we got home at 2:30am, so what else can I do at that hour with everyone sleeping but blog.
I blogged, did some paperwork, and hit the bed.
I am truly blessed!
Every day is Father’s Day.