Parade for all the dads out there today. It’s an all-encompassing, totally exhausting, mentally fatiguing, phenomenally fulfilling, incredibly fun gig. And my kids got one of the guys out there, who is not perfect, but damn close to it. Nobody has ever worked so hard at getting the father thing down, like Peter.
Yes, he spoils them. Yes, he doesn’t always stay consistent with the rules. But he also has been to every game, every class breakfast, every sneeze they have ever been part of. He drives longer distances than a trucker, stays up like a guy working the late shift in order to be there when they get home, and will patiently argue a point with them long past the time my frustration gets the better of me. He listens, he cajoles, he heals. Mostly, it is obvious, that he tries. Really hard. And that he loves his children with the same velocity it took for Dorothy’s house to knock the shoes off the Wicked Witch of the East.
Thanks, Peter for being so spectacularly there for our kids. They are lucky. They probably don’t really know how lucky, but I do.
*the gratitude-a-thon 