A Belated Father's Day Fun
My brothers and I are pretty lucky. We have two parents, who very much love each other and who very much love us. They are just the right blend of real and crazy that makes for a healthy perspective, a sense of home when you’re with them, and encouragement to discover our adventures, whatever they may be. In the age of Modern-Family-esque acknowledgement of different make ups of families, I’m aware that parents come in many varieties, and that’s a great thing. So, too, I’ve learned that dads can take many forms. There’s stay-at-home dads, working dads, laid-back dads, safety dads; burly dads, baby-wearing, hand-holding, monster-playing, tea-party-going, soccer-playing dads. There’s dads with ponytails, balding dads, muscle ones and comfy ones. You get the picture. I grew up with a Dad who gave shoulder rides, who loved to fish, who swam with us to the sandbar, who rarely bought my mom jewelry, but instead helped us paint watering cans for her and wrapped gifts ...