Dad's Day

Airplane! 

Well Father’s Day is on the way and that got me thinking. This is my second Father’s Day as a Dad, which means nothing to my daughter. At this age the burden of Father’s Day falls to Mom, (who by the way bought me a certain little MP3 player I have been wanting and had some great pictures taken (see above)). I’m sure there will be a time when my daughter actually understands the meaning of it and appreciates it. But let’s be real…she better get Mother’s Day first. Right now all I have to do to be a good Dad in my Daughter’s eyes is make sure her shorts are clean and swing her around and throw her up in the air every now and then.

My Dad was an Airline Pilot and after everyone got over the “cool, do you fly for free” question they always said, “it must suck having him gone all the time.” Well not really. I mean don’t get me wrong, he didn’t always make my birthday party and I never knew when Christmas was (24th…27th, something like that). However, when he was home – He was home.

It was great. We would wake up in the morning to find Dad, who was still on Tokyo time, had been up for an hour making us the most lavish breakfast. He was so eager to talk to us we would be late to school. Then in the summer, he would be home in the middle of the week (all the other Dad’s had to work) and he would wake us up telling us we were going out on the boat that day. Of course there was also the travel. I remember coming home from college for Christmas break and my Dad asking me if I wanted to go Frankfort and Paris. Just imagine my answer to: “So what did you do over winter break?”

So, anyways…I hope I do as good of job with my daughter that my parents did with me. As for my Dad I’m giving him a Father’s Day Gift I know he is going to love. More details next week.