I have a friend who was born on Christmas Eve. That makes it easy to remember but Dale must feel like he is cheated; his day overshadowed by the “Big” holiday birthday.
One of my sons was born on June 20th making it close to Father’s Day each year. You may think I feel short-sheeted with the focus on my son. After all, my family affectionately refers to me as “chopped liver.” If you think I feel cheated you would be wrong. It is because of my sons that Father’s Day has great meaning. Their lives mean that my life includes a special purpose.
I wasn’t ready for the role of father; who is? Having a kid is like the first date; you want it but you don’t know what to do when you have it! I now teach parenting classes. I wish I had that class when I became a parent. No class will make a parent perfect but it can provide helpful tools to get the job done. Somehow I got the job done. How well did I do? I guess you will have to ask my boys (I’ll hold my breath while you do that!).
I have worn a lot of hats in my life: son, uncle, cousin, brother, pastor, writer, educator, disc jockey, author, and steelworker, an on-and-on (Oh yeah; husband). I have had no greater role than that of “Father.”
By the world’s standard, I am not a wealthy man. My life was spent in ministry, which means I depended on the generosity of others for my bread and butter. My wife also worked to support my ministry habit! I am wealthy in the things that matter and that includes being a father to three boys (our two offspring and our foster son). While I’m at it, let’s include our two great daughters-in-law. What I have money can’t buy. That means what I have is priceless. It means I’m a father.
(c) 2013 by Wally Johnston