Dads. They’re something special.
Here’s a bit about my own father: He’s one of nine children. He loves chocolate — especially when coconut or cherries are added to the mix. He’s reserved and often shy around new people, but very warm. He enjoys watching the birds at the feeder, and shoos away the pesky squirrels with an air-soft BB gun. He’s an avid gardener, planting veggies and flowers each year. A farm boy at heart, he likes checking out the animals in the 4-H barns at the fair. He can bake a mean pan of brownies, loaf of banana or zucchini bread, or batch of my favorite sugar cookies. He hates heights. His favorite fair ride is the Tilt-a-Whirl. If he visits a beach, he must dip his hand or foot to discover the water temperature. He loves the Detroit Red Wings and Detroit Tigers and you can hear him yelling at the TV or radio during a game. He’s a fantastic handyman.
He’s also a better dad than he thinks he is.
Fishing is one of his favorite pastimes too, and I invited him down this weekend to fish with me on a pier that I discovered when exploring my new area. He taught me the ins and outs of fishing as a young child and gave me the skills to cast a line, bait a hook, and reel in a fish. As I grew up, he and I would sometimes wake up before the crack of dawn and travel about an hour northeast to a pier in The Thumb to fish off the rocks as the sun came up. For years now, he and a few of his siblings gather together for an annual family fishing tournament, filled with fun and laughter.
The day was hot, though a breeze off the bay kept us cool. Throughout the three hours we were out, all we caught were baby perch, the largest about 8 inches. He caught seven, while I only caught one. My single catch and three of his became food for the seagulls after swallowing the hook, darn things.
Though the fishing wasn’t that great, spending time with him was. I hope you were able to spend time with yours or reflect on him if he’s no longer on this Earth.
Happy Father’s Day to all the dads (and fathers-to-be) out there!