You were only 20 when I was born.
Garth was already here, but was not even two, and so at 20, you and she were veteran parents.
Two kids.
You worked. Hard. Damn hard. No time for an education, and so you relied on hard work and tremendous work ethic.
We moved. To Fort McMurray. At the time, it was to be temporary. A place to gather bearings, find footings and eventually move back to Saskatchewan.
Instead, it became home.
We moved a few times before finding that little gem on Beaverglen. It was here that you and she did, what I would think to be, the bulk of your growing up, and into adulthood. Only 25 when we moved into that house, yet there were two kids who were starting grade school. Seems unthinkable to me, that at 25, you did what I'm doing at 36. Unthinkable.
There were struggles, fighting, usually between Garth and I, and loads and loads of smile-so-big-your-face-hurts good times. We were together.
Everyone thinks that their Dad is the best Dad. I smile, agree and without ever having to say one word, simply know that the truth is, that my Dad is the greatest.
Dads come to be in a way that Moms, and women can never understand. We, as the growers of the babes, have different instincts, nurturing instincts. It's, in some capacity, built into our genetic code. But Dads, now, they have to find their way, muddle through a new title with new expectations, without ever having had that physical connection to their baby.
I think for a lot of guys out there, being a Dad wasn't really on the radar. Not a dream they've had since they were a child. I'm not sure about my Dad, but at 18, he likely hadn't even had the chance to think much about it, before it was happening.
I know from chats with my Mom, that he needed some guidance in the beginning, and I don't think that's uncommon. I know this to be true, as my own life partner needed, and still needs some gentle prods himself!
My Dad is gentle, and kind and soft in an unprecedented way that for much of his life, I'm sure, may have been viewed as a shortcoming. He has taught be, without a doubt, some of the most powerful lessons and continues to exemplify how vulnerability and contentment are so much greater than being right.
I've read the book Don't Sweat the Small Stuff several times in my life, and I like to read it periodically to remind myself what's important. I still remember the first time I read it, and thinking to myself how my Dad embodied every recommendation.
"If it won't matter in five years, it doesn't matter now."
It's a good one.
Basically, let that sh*t go. It's not good for you.
When my first baby came along, and I didn't have a good goddamn clue what I was doing, I had this quiet confidence that my Dad, and Mom, had my back. No matter what I did, I knew they would be there, anytime to lend a hand, or an ear, and that their tireless efforts in raising me, were going to make me a good Mom, in spite of my self doubts.
My Dad has supported me through some of the ugliest experiences anyone should ever have to go through. He's been there through my ever challenging teenage years, and I might even venture to say, the more challenging young adult years. He has been my running partner since the very beginning, more than 20 years ago, and through the crazy goals and ventures that fitness has brought to my life, he has never, not once, had anything negative to say. He gets it. He understands the importance of health and fitness and has not only been my #1 cheerleader, but often sets out on his own to achieve his best self.
He fills my gas tank, with a stealthy, "just running to grab a coffee, but my truck is loaded, so can I take yours?", he simply loads my children up and takes them to run errands on one of the million weekend trips to Devon, even though he has just worked a 60 hour work week, and then driven 5 hours. He will come to get me, and a herd of drunk gals, no questions asked, in the middle of the damn night.
My Dad has taught me my value, and that it has exactly zilch to do with how my body looks and everything to do with my actions. He has taught me to be a "do-er". He has shown me the benefit of building things with my own two hands. He has been the greatest example of what I deserved in a partner, and I think I did a pretty great job choosing one!
Everyone thinks they have the best Dad, and I will agree with you when you say yours is the best, because he is! To you. How fantastic to have so many phenomenal dudes stepping up and taking their title as the greatest?! This is NOT a bad thing! Me though, I truly think I do have the best Dad, and way more than that, my kids have known and will gather their own teachings from the greatest Papa alive, and also right next to their own Dad. Happy Father's Day, guys!
