While everyone else is showing off the wonderful array of gifts and handmade cards and pictures for the amazing dads in this world, I am the crappy mum that forgets Fathers Day. Every second day I have seen popular gift ideas and people advertising places to eat but for some reason, I just always stick it to the back of my mind and never remember. My kids don’t do craft nor do they make any cute cards. This year is particularly woeful as the Bloody Long Walk is scheduled on Fathers Day so I won’t even be around! So really it isn’t my fault for being disorganised and crap this year as a huge event that we have trained for decides to plonk itself on the day we are meant to be thankful for the dads.
To make matters worse my husband won’t be around either as he is competing in an Enduro mountain bike race so basically the kids will be stuck with grandma this year. They can at least talk about dad and hey, maybe Nana can make something with them! Get glue all over her carpet instead of ours. That sounds like a far better plan.
To be honest I have never been a big fan of Father and Mothers Day. It isn’t because I am like the Grinch, I love Christmas. I just feel that it is silly to have one day of the year that we celebrate the parents. I come from a pretty loving family where we all spend a lot of time together as it is, so really why do we need to go and spend all this money on fancy lunches, cards, and presents to say I love you? Between all the birthdays, Easter and Christmas it really doesn’t leave much in the kitty so I am inclined to just love the dads all year round and at some point every weekend we generally spend wonderful family together. If my mothers day isn’t celebrated but snippets over the year of family times, fun, laughter, many a family dinner held and cuddles then that is already enough for me. I don’t need to be given anything else. The beautiful card and handmade gift I get from the kids from school and preschool are absolutely enough for me. Every year we say not to buy each other stuff. Because most of the time it is just stuff. We go all out on birthdays so that is plenty.
Dads should be celebrated, though. They are amazing. My husband is particularly amazing and is a fantastic father. My kids are very lucky. He is a dedicated and caring father who does everything he can to provide for his kids. He has a son and a daughter and he is sensitive to both of their needs. He is strict when he needs to be as well as caring when they are sad. He also plays lots of games and jokes around with them a lot. He is an exceptional role model. He works hard, he keeps fit, he is a loyal friend and he follows through with his commitments.
So maybe I am being a bit of a slacker for Fathers Day. Fathers all around the world should be celebrated for doing such fine jobs. We love the dads. They are our support crew through the tough times, our wingmen when we need to go into battle and the ones that give the best hugs through it all.
So tomorrow night when I can barely walk and we are both tired and grumpy and sore I will tell him what a great dad he is and give him a great big hug and hopefully he doesn’t think I am that crappy mum that forgot Fathers Day.