Credit Where Credit is not Due
June 15th, 2025The Best Gift Came Months Ago
This is my first Father’s Day as a father.
Why do they call it “Father’s Day”? That always bugs me. Like there is just one father. It should be “Fathers’ Day.” Oh, well.
Now that I am on the other side of the holiday, I think it’s strange that we honor men because God has blessed them. You would think the blessing was honor enough.
My son adores me. When I enter a room, his whole face lights up. The other day I walked by him without saying anything, thinking he was occupied, and he started to cry. When I rub his chest, he grabs my hand and presses it to him tightly while chewing on it and growling with passion. He screams with joy when I play with him.
He’s handsome. He has a very sweet nature. He’s more fun than I can describe. It looks like he’s going to be smart. He behaves well for a baby. But somehow people should treat me like I’m a hero because God gave him to me after I wasted most of my life?
It’s extremely important to honor fathers. I know that. But it should be an everyday thing. If my son honors me throughout the year, Father’s Day will be just another day. We should honor God every day for giving us children.
The Bible makes it clear that a child is a blessing. Consider Abraham, Sara, Rachel, Hannah, and the Shunammite woman. Psalm 127 says, “Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.”
In Genesis, God told Abraham and Hagar he would make their sons great nations. These were blessings.
It’s nice to be appreciated, but I already felt blessed.
I was going to put up a photo of my son climbing over his mom to give me a big sloppy smile, but I have decided against it.
June 16th, 2025 at 5:42 PM
I tend to type Fathers’ Day, Mothers’ Day, Veterans’ Day, even Valentines Day, too. The idea of a public holiday for “YOUR father / mother / whatever” seems silly. The celebration is for fathers, mothers, secretaries, grandparents, and other categories of people, generally.
June 16th, 2025 at 6:18 PM
Steve: off-topic, but I notice from looking at his blog that it’s a few days away from being 19 years since Rob Smith of the Acidman blog died.
His was the first blog I remember reading regularly, and through him, I found Hog On Ice (And various others), so I think I’ve been reading your blog for about twenty years.
I remember being more affected than I ought to have been by the death of Rob Smith. I think this is because blogs are a look into someone’s personal life, and he seemed to put it all out there, more than most.
I don’t know where I’m going with this other than to say that I miss the blogosphere and I continue to enjoy your blog.
As for kids — I wanted kids too, but it did not happen for one reason or another. I sometimes think, looking at your example, that maybe it’s not too late (‘m 62), but actually I think it is, for me anyway.
Having said that, I wish you and your family well. I hope you have many happy days to come with your wife and kid(s). Keep on writing.