Saturday, June 20, 2009

On Father's Day

This grouping of haphazardly taped together pictures of our four perfect young'ns, is shown exactly as the way they have been taped to the inside door of no less than four of my lockers (while at Metro at different stations) and now on the inside of my medicine cabinet. Since I can't go back in time, I have been able to see them perpetually in the simpler stages of our lives - both mine and theirs. I can see them everyday just as they once were: lovable, agreeable, able to get on the floor and wrestle with, attend daddy-daughter or father & son events, homemade father's day cards, graduations, driving instructions, semi-ornery teen years, and IRS tax deductions. No rhyme or reason for the way I'd taped them together; I can vaguely remember doing it. Without them even knowing it, they've always been a part of my police-life, both before shift while putting on the uniform and at the end of shift, changing back into "street clothes."
No comment on the hair styles. . . oops, I already did. You can't see it, but Jason had a tail.
Then the piano protege', although we didn't know it then. The spoiled, last baby of the house.
For ME, it's part of what being a dad is all about; the love of my kids and desire for their health, happiness and successes in their own lives! I wanted to be a better dad to them than my dad was to me ~ this is probably true of most dads, it's not a slam to my dad. These pictures also represent my legacy, and thousands of events and memories to include, but far from inclusive: watching them sleep at night when I got home from work, fishing trips without catching any, Disneyland & beach trips, traffic tickets, minor car accidents, taking driving privileges away, broken bones, removing a bedroom door to cure door slamming, surgeries, prom nights, calls with flat tires, a missionary send off, wedding dances, grand babies and son-in-laws.
True irony: By the time I figured out my dad wasn't always wrong, I had kids of my own thinking I was. Happy Father's Day to me. Thanks, Carol :)

8 comments:

Carol Swift said...

Sometimes it's hard to remember them ever being that young. Other times it seems like only yesterday Lindsay was covering her ears when Andrea asked her if she thought mom and dad had sex. You've been a good daddy!

Lindsay said...

I love you dad!

Kathleen Mecham said...

Very touching. I thought I would always be a young Dad and my kids would be with me at home to watch over. Reading your post over the past few months has been an eye opener that they grow up, but new adventures follow.

Crystal Erickson said...

Happy Fathers Day!

garrynkim said...

I enjoyed reading this post. Time does fly and each stage is different, not neccesarily better, just different. Hope you had a good day.

Alli said...

Wow time does fly by. See you guys in a few days!

Tracey said...

Nice Dad, very nice. I love my Dad.

Shayla said...

It's fun to see these pictures 'cause that's exactly how I remember them looking back when we were neighborly. Hope you had a good Dad's Day!