Father’s Day

Piggy BackFather’s Day is a good time to honor those who have carried us literally or figuratively on their backs, whether or not those people were actually our fathers.

Who do you honor this Father’s Day?

3 thoughts on “Father’s Day”

  1. My Dad (Father; Pop; Theo) of course. He was there for me when I needed him. There were times I didn’t realize I needed him, and being fiercely independent at times, I hurt his feelings, I know. However, deep inside we realized, I believe, that we loved each other as father and daughter. When I was young, in the evening I’d know that he was at home if I saw his hat perched on top of the world globe that was in a front window. Later, when he was a member of an important regional council, in the news story which covered it, he mentioned ME in my new position with the state. Such graciousness he showed me.

  2. My dad spends more time with me now than he did while I was growing up. We don’t have deep conversations nor do we have a lot of common interests, but we do spend time together and he helps me out when necessary. I should give him credit for what he does now rather than judging him by what he did (and did not) do in years past. I find that difficult, especially since there are major differences in our values and worldviews, but it is nevertheless necessary.

    1. Having different sets of values between parent and child are often a very necessary part of growing up, I think. That is why I’m a Unitarian-Universalist.

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