- To the dad who has laid on the living room floor and become a bicycle, car, train, horse, gymnastics vault, pro wrestler, or steam roller with his kids.
- To the dad who has witnessed his 5 year old score a goal and run down the sideline shouting “That’s my kid!!”
- To the dad who has accepted that his child is not going to college on a sports scholarship.
- To the dad who listened to his elders tell him that they never had to change diapers, do laundry, or clean the house, but has gone ahead and done those things anyway.
- To the dad who has realized it’s time to stop telling stories to the kids that begin with “when I was a kid, we used to…” because it’s only giving them ideas of how to top it.
- To any dad who has secretly thanked God for youtube so that he didn’t have to ask anyone how to inflate a tubeless tire, how to apply drywall tape, or how to tighten the chain on a bicycle.
- To the dad who has given directions on how to recover from taking the wrong exit in a major city without panicking over the phone from 400 miles away.
- To the dads who are stationed on permanent bodily fluid clean up duty… and to the dads who are sympathetic pukers.
- To the dad who has stared at 2 inches of water in the basement, sighed, and thought, “I was going to get a new snowblower.”
- To the dad who has spent the night dozing in the uncomfortable armchair in the emergency room.
- To any dad who has tried to verbally explain the concept of parallel parking.
- To the dad who runs a profitable business, but can’t come up with a good answer to his preschooler who asks, “why can’t everything just be free?”
- To the dad who’s sworn his kids to this solemn oath: “do NOT let your mother know we’re doing this.”
- To the dad who sacrifices 10 more minutes after “lights out” to answer a question about God, or life, or girls, or boys, even though he knows you are just stalling.
- To any dad who has been on the receiving end of, “Ugh! This tastes terrible! Here, taste this and tell me if it’s gone bad!”
- To the dad who went out and got a second job because that’s what had to be done.
- To the dad who has sat down beside a frustrated high schooler and tried to recall the principles of trigonometry for the first time in 25 years.
- To the dad who has taken the time to show his children how to change the oil, how to change a flat, how to unclog a toilet, and how to put in a drywall anchor
- To the dad whose children hear him say how beautiful their mother is.
- To the dad who looks at a huge brush burn on his kid’s leg and can’t decide whether to say, “I’m sorry honey,” or “that looks awesome!”
- To the dad who has let his kids make a choice that he knows they will regret.
- To the dad who has the privilege of accompanying his kid to the bank to deposit their first paycheck.
- To the dad who has let his daughter make him look pretty.
- To the dads who have been an example with your kids to say, “let’s give that lady with her groceries, let’s hold the door for that older person, or let’s stop and see if that car needs help.”
- To the dad who too often has to say goodnight to his children over the phone.
- To the dad who demonstrates power tools using the phrase, “when you do it, never do it like this.”
- To the dad who swears to himself that no matter how hard it gets, he will not walk out on his family the way his own father did.
- To the dad who has realized that the boys coming to take his daughter out really are exactly like he was at that age: nervous, scared, clueless, dumbfounded, awestruck, but also dangerously curious.
- To the dad who means it when he says, “you don’t have to get me anything for my birthday” because he has just been looking at the account balance.
- To the dad who has watched his child cross the graduation stage and thought, “I probably screwed this whole thing up.”
- And to the dads everywhere who would just like Father’s Day to be “uneventful.”
To dad! Able to nap anywhere, anytime, on any surface.
To dad! Still rocking the same T shirts he did when you were born!
And finally, to the dads who probably don’t do it in public, & don’t mention it afterward,
but who pray fervently for their kids,
shed tears for them,
plead with God for mercy on them,
and wrestle with God to know how to direct them…
the faded ballcap on my greying, balding head is off to you.
-Your old pal Sisco