Let me start out by saying that I am not the kind of person that shuns gifts. I am also never one to tell you…”oh you needn’t worry about me. I don’t want anything special.” No, no no…you better believe whether it is my birthday, Christmas or Father’s Day…I definitely have a clear idea of something I want…Well I used to anyway.
Something is changing in me and I am not sure I like it. Somewhere along the line I am losing my ability to think about myself and the things I want. When becoming a parent, I swore I would not be like “those” parents…but somehow, slowly, I am morphing into them. Sounding more and more like them every day.
You know them…they say things like “watching my kids enjoy themselves is all the present I need” or “spending time with my family is the only gift I ask for” and all the other dumb variations…
Yesterday was Father’s Day and it snuck up on me without me giving any thought to what I wanted and/or how I wanted to spend the day. Instead we ended up spending the day with family members at my sister-in-law’s house in the burbs. The kids played with cousins and had an awesome time playing in pool while the adults took pictures, ate and probably drank way too much! And when it was all done, I was pleased that I got to see my boys connect with their relatives, while having a blast all day long. In the end, as I was going to bed I thought…what a perfect “official” start to the summer…and what an awesome Father’s Day…I really couldn’t have asked for anything better.
This morning however, the old me kicked in and reminded me this was a missed opportunity!