I owe you. I had no idea, until three years ago, how much work goes into just getting through each day. The bare minimum of feeding, clothing, housing, and protecting a family is so daunting!
Yet you always managed to make time for the fun stuff, too: the bike rides, the swimming lessons, the trips to cut down our very own Christmas tree. I am learning now how hard you worked to make all that happen.
I know you’ll probably say, “It was all worth it,” because I would say that too. And I know you enjoyed us (mostly – there was that time I had to have a police officer break into your car because I locked the keys inside – water under the bridge, right? right?) as kids, just like you enjoy your grandchildren now.
Still, even if you think it was all worth it, I want to stop for a minute to acknowledge that it was hard. I want you to know that I understand you worked at a job you sometimes hated because you put our needs ahead of your own. I want to thank you for correcting and lecturing, because I get it now — you didn’t love doing that, but you loved me, and you didn’t want to let anything go unsaid if it might save me some hurt or difficulty.
You did a good job, Dad. My path in this world has been smooth because you were out there ahead of me with, um, one of those big road-smoothing machine thingys. Thank you.
I love you. Happy Father’s Day.