Another Father’s Day has come and gone. It was bittersweet. I went to have a visit with my father on Saturday and we had a small family get-together. It was nice.
Sunday on Father’s Day proper we did… nothing. My only recognition as a father was to stand up in church while all fathers everywhere were recognized. My daughter caught me after church and gave me a hug and wished me a happy Father’s Day. And that was pretty much all that made the day special. No cards, no dinner, not even a cupcake. I treated myself to a chocolate shake at Carl’s Jr. Yay Dad!
I feel like my children think I’m optional. They both relate really well to their mother about which I’m very glad. But I feel I could drop off the planet and they would be sad for a few days but then life would go on as normal without much impact on their lives.
I have to say I didn’t think this would sting as much as it does; not getting any recognition from my family, but it does. To my wife’s credit she wrote me a very nice note which I really appreciate. It helped salve the wound. And a very sweet woman at work wished me a happy Father’s Day on a sticky note and gave me a bag of cashews… so there’s that.
Okay, I’ve vented. I’ll slip back into the shadows of irrelevance.