It took time for me to wrap my head around Father’s Day.
Growing up, my single mother would generally ask my brother and me to acknowledge her on both Mother’s Day and Father’s Day. It always felt obligatory, and our gifts therefore bordered on the snarky if not condescending. And while it is true we grew up without a father in our life, our mother was not our father. That piece was missing; and all the toolsets and Father’s Day cards we purchased for her would not make it any different.
Fast-forward many years to June 2001, my husband’s first Father’s Day. We were foster parents, and by then I had a front-row seat to what fatherhood should look like.
Fatherhood is all-encompassing, self-deprecating, and without ego. It is silly and playful and gentle and kind; it is showing instead of telling and taking deep breaths and rolling up your sleeves. Most importantly it is being present, respecting each child’s individuality, and putting someone else’s needs before your own.
For being a father in every sense of the word, thank you, Donald Farias. This beauty would not exist without you.