Hey bloggers, it’s been awhile but I am back for a special Father’s Day edition!
Ever take a second at a bar or a park or wherever you are to observe the people around you? Heck, even make up stories about them and their imaginary life you know nothing about? Here, let’s go through a couple of scenarios in case you have been living in a cave or are too proud to admit you do.
At baseball games there are a variety of fans that fill the crowd. Up the first base line seven rows back there’s an older man decked out in full Reds’ apparel (sorry hometown favorite for me), he’s on the edge of his seat. Next to him is a little kid who’s too short to see over the bald man in front of him.
Backstory… this dad is a thrill-seeker. So much so that he stuffs tissues into his kid’s shoes to make them tall enough to ride the rollercoasters with him because his wife just had a second kid and is going to wait at the end of the ride. In few years he’s going to give his kid their first beer. They’re always corn-hole partners so naturally they would be good beer-pong partners.
Down a few rows from this duo is tween with her feet propped up on the seat in front of her and her face buried in her phone, using all the family data.
Backstory… She’s reading an email with the inspiration of the day that her dad sends her every morning. She’s also frantically checking her email for responses back from recruiters about a job.
Ok before I ramble on more, get the picture? We tell the stories through our own experiences or other observations. With Fathers day coming up I couldn’t help but think of things that describe tidbits in a person’s life that make them, them.
It’s the thrill-seeker that stuffs tissues into your shoes to make you tall enough for the rides. It’s the bartender that gave you your first beer. And the friend you’d ask to be your beer-pong or corn-hole partner first.
It’s the boss that knows everyone’s name… making it impossible to go somewhere without being known. It’s the mentor that sends you daily inspiration emails every morning for a year. It’s the HR recruiter who woke you up and asked if you practiced your fa-la-la’s before your phone interview. It’s the fan that cheers the loudest at school events and passes along articles about you to his colleagues.
It’s the man that fakes an iguana behind you and makes you scream at the top of your lungs. It’s the gentleman that gets the parked car in the cold and pulls it up to the door. It’s the athlete that takes you to the batting cages before practice. It’s the mechanic that figures out your steering wheel isn’t defective, but has makeup all over it. It’s the early-riser that you wake-up to watch CBS Sunday morning with instead of sleeping-in. It’s the protector that deals with your OCD tendencies at 4 in the morning. It’s the son that shows you how to love a parent. It’s the husband you hope yours one day will be.
It’s the person you couldn’t imagine life without. It’s my dad.
Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there but most importantly mine.
Dad I love you more than this long and rambling blog post will ever convey.