It’s Father’s Day, a day to celebrate the men responsible for bringing us into this world, and since it’s evident by social media that it’s just as important, if not more so, to let everyone know how much we lover our dads, as it is actually celebrating them, I figured I might as well go ahead and jump on the bandwagon. Sorry if I seem a little cynical, but these are our father’s for christ’s sake, not some friend or acquaintance that we are wishing a happy birthday. It just doesn’t make sense to me that you would write a post on Facebook and tag your dad in it, talking about what a great father he was, rather than just calling and sharing your feelings with him in person, which is why the social media posts have me a little bit skeptical. Is it really easier to reach your dad on twitter than it is on the phone? Unless you’re Arnold Schwarzenegger’s illegitimate child, then I’d have to think the answer is probably no. Okay, rant over, now I can get back to what this day is really about, showing you all how much I love my dad. Kidding.
I didn’t grow up in the same state with my dad, and I didn’t get to see him every day, or even every week, but the times we did get to spend together were always so great, and looking back, I can see how impactful those times were for me. For as long as I can remember, when I would come to Memphis for the weekend with my dad, he would read to me every night before bed. We would stay at my grandparents house, and every night before bed, he would lie down next to me with an armful of books and read them to me. Did you know that the same man responsible for the sweet children’s story about believing in Santa that was later adapted into a very successful movie, called The Polar Express, was also responsible for the heart racing story of Jumanji? I did, because Jumanji was one of my favorite books when I was younger, a book by Chris Van Allsburg that my dad introduced me to one night at my grandparent’s house. I attribute these nights as giving me a love for reading, something I still carry with me to this day. And I believe that love for reading is what made me want to be a writer, to have my words in a book one day. I started this blog as a way to get in the habit of writing every day, so I guess you could say my dad is to thank for you reading this right now, or to blame, depending on whether or not you are enjoying it or not.
My dad also instilled in me a sense of adventure. We were always playing very imaginative games, no matter where we were. When he would come visit in Little Rock and we had a whole day to kill, we would spend hours inside Chuck E. Cheese, and as much fun as the games were, once the tokens were gone I had just as great, if not an even better time playing the games my dad would come up with. For example, I might be on a top secret mission where I would need to grab a certain color ball from the ball pit, and then climb up into the maze and place it in a certain room and then get down the slide within sixty seconds. When we were in Memphis we would have treasure hunts in the backyard at my grandparent’s house, or we would go to the park and do some of the same kinds of missions from Chuck E. Cheese, and then when I was old enough, he took me to Paris, which is when I think the travel bug officially bit me, or maybe it was a bed bug, but either way it was great, and from then on I’ve always had the desire to travel within me.
Whether you think I’ve got a good sense of humor or not, is beside the point, but I personally love my sense of humor, and again, I think that’s something my dad is responsible for. I don’t remember when I was first introduced to Dumb and Dumber, I think it was at a birthday party in elementary school, but the next time I was with my dad, I was going on and on about how hilarious it was, so he bought it for me, and every time I would visit him, literally every time, we would watch that classic movie together and laugh the night away. It never got old. It was so much fun just laughing together and watching the comedic genius of Jim Carrey, selling headless birds and get robbed by a little old lady on a motorized cart. Of course I’d found things funny before that point in my life, but that movie, was by far, the funniest thing I’ve ever seen, so I credit it with broadening my comedic horizons and giving me the sense of humor that I have today.
Those are just a couple of the things I have my dad to thank for, of the countless things he has instilled in me. I could go on for days talking about all of the great things he’s done for me, but I really should go ahead and post this before everyone on social medial thinks that I don’t love my dad as much as they love theirs. Also, I need to give my dad a call to thank him for everything, which I’m really only doing because he’s not on Facebook and I won’t be able to tag him in my post so he can read it for himself. Again, kidding.