As we all know, today is Father’s Day. It’s a day to celebrate dad’s everywhere and recognize everything they do for us, and ultimately to show our appreciation for them. Whether it be biological dads, step-dads, foster dads, adoptive dads, or father figures, today is for them, and for good reason. Dads are pretty awesome.
I wanted to use today’s post as an opportunity to talk about my own dad a little bit. His name is Paul, and he is one of the funniest, most random, adventurous and spontaneous people I will likely ever know. He is a father to my older sister and me, though I’m sure at times my mom would argue that she’s actually a mother to three children in our immediate family.
As I’ve mentioned here on my blog before, my dad is a farmer. A third-generation one, to be exact. And despite how gruelling and tiring his occupation can be, he heads out the door every morning with optimism and a positive outlook towards whatever he could encounter. He is usually smiling or laughing, and when he isn’t it’s likely because he is deeply engrossed in a show about automotive mechanics or tractor pulling.
I recognize how fortunate I am to have this man as my dad, and I am grateful for him and my mom every single day. I wouldn’t be where I am in life without either of them, and together, they represent, to me, what is involved in raising and maintaining a loving, respectable, and humble family.
My heart goes out to anyone who is struggling today for any reason, whether it be because their dad or father figure is no longer present or is no longer active in their life. I acknowledge how blessed I am to have my dad in my life, and further, to have the man be one of the most important things in my life as a whole – my dad. But he’s a hell of a lot more than just my dad. He’s a father, husband, brother, uncle, cousin, farmer, teacher, friend, and role model.