This past Sunday was that wonderful Hallmark holiday, Father’s Day. To all the dads out there who love their children, who provide for their kids, who don’t shirk their duties, I tip my hat.
I have long held the belief most fathers get gypped on this day o? dads. Kids are in school when Mother’s Day rolls around. Teachers make much fuss about this holiday, making sure all students create cards and gifts. No mom is forgotten. On the other hand, Father’s Day is during summer vacation — there are no school teachers helping kiddies make crafts and cards for their dads. Dad’s have been forgotten.
I wasn’t.
I got a card each from Shamus, now almost 12 and Sean, 9,
Both cards expressed love and admiration on blue construction paper, with decorative cutting (Shamus trimmed his card on the outside, and Sean lived dangerously and cut out part of the card’s fold). They both pressed their right hand in white paint and pressed their handprint on their respective card’s inside. They both cut out a sentimental poem about dads and glued it in there, too. You know the kind of poem — something like:
“Dad,
“You don’t suck (much).
You don’t stink (all the time).
“You’re not cheap (despite what Mom says),
“I like your jack knife collection,
can you spare a dime?”
Shamus drew a robot on his card, with all the bells and whistles any self-respecting robot would have (complete with a mini-rotating satellite dish on top).
Sean drew some hearts with faces and decided to use the letters “DAD” to describe his favorite graying, with side burns parent.
Decant
Awsome
Decorative
Okay, I am a dad who is also a writer-type, but I am not a spelling coach. As a matter of fact I am not a good speller at all. If you don’t believe me, ask any of the English teachers who were unfortunate enough to teach in the Clarkston School District 30 years ago. Asks the Swartouts, Bidingers, Meylands and the like. They will remember me — not cuz I am a memorable fellow, nor was I a grand student. Nope, I am memorable to English teachers because the pupil with least potential, worst spelling, punctuation and sentence structure chose a profession that involved spelling, punctuation and sentence structure. I get paid for slaughtering the English language in print — which is a testament to how truly wonderful America is. Anything is possible in this country.
But, I digress. Back to me being Decant, Awsome and Decorative in Sean’s baby-blue eyes. I assume (which can make an ass of me and u — or is it ass of u and me or is it just an ass of me?) “Decant” means I am decent, I think. Either that or he thinks I am decadent. “Awsome” speaks for itself. I am awesome (which is kind of hard when you proclaim to be a lowly and humble scribe). As for “Decorative” I am at a loss. Maybe somebody thinks my head would look good hanging on their wall. Maybe some Clarkston Cougar out there thinks I am eye candy and would look good hanging on her arm. I don’t think so. Maybe it means I am shallow — the wrapping paper around a truly precious gift?
Maybe I should stop thinking about it lest I get depressed.
Maybe I should just be grateful and offer up a silent ‘thank you? for my two blessings.
Whatever the meaning, I am a dad, and the lads thought enough of me to think of me.
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