Most of the time, Mondays are for Mommies. But today I'm singing praises for the dads who made me a mom.
I knew The Gorilla would be a good dad. He has a way with children - with people, really - that is undeniable. He is the Pied Piper of....everyone. He makes the most mundane task more fun. Any sort of party can be dead until he walks in the room. A day spent with him can be, without exaggeration, life changing.
These qualities, as you can imagine, work well in fatherhood. I predicted it, yet watching it come into being has still been so surprising, so utterly joyful for me.
I delight in my children, but The Gorilla’s biggest pleasure in all the world is playing with the kids. And I don’t say this lightly, as the man takes a lot of pleasure in life. I chose a partner whose steady soul calms my wringing hands. I married the fun to my practical.
So imagine my relief when he became the dad who gave baths, and makes breakfast every day, and remembers to pack the lunchbox according to strict preschooler instructions. He turns the tedious parts of parenting into belly laughter. Every day is a memory with you, my love.
The older I get, the more I turn into my father. We have the same soft spots, the same tendency to react this way or that. I have always seen my dad as a man of true integrity, but it wasn’t until I was a parent that I could appreciate what it takes to hold to your values in the face of adversity. When you’re unsure, or when people are telling you otherwise, when you have to point your heart due north and keep walking.
I force myself not to take my parents for granted, but they make it hard not to believe that everyone just loves their kids and loves on their kids, forever amen. They make the loving part look as easy as a knife through better.
I didn’t marry a man who is much like my dad in temperament or style. But my dad set my compass for truth, and I’ve tried not to waver.
Happy Father’s Day to you.
*top photo by sean cliver