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| Happy (first) Father's Day |
Today is my first Father's Day as a dad. It is also the first Father's Day that ever meant anything to me. My father was not around (much) when I was growing up. He then died in a car accident before I finished high school.
I saw my dad as many times as I have fingers on my one hand. So I've never had a father figure guide my path into manhood or fatherhood, except on TV. I'm pretty sure that's what inspires me to be a really active father to Clark. I guess I try to be the father to him that I always wanted. That's also probably why I have a blog dedicated to how real life and fatherhood differs from from what you see on the screen.
This year I found myself asking for the first time, "Hey, when is Father's Day?" I assume most people know the answer. I mean, everyone knows when Mother's Day is. Father's day was once a reminder of what I didn't have, now it's a celebration of what I do have, my son Clark.
When I first went to write this post I grabbed Clark and figured I'd write with one hand, while the reason for the season sat on my lap. In real life, not TV, it didn't workout like I'd pictured it. At 8 weeks old he wasn't that interested. He preferred to go back to sleep in his baby swing and poop his diaper. Well, that was until he got hungry.
