Paris Portingale defines what Father’s Day is all about, and then he illustrates what it actually is.
My son asked me earlier in the week if he could have an advance on his inheritance because he wanted to get me something for Father’s Day.
I said, “How much do you want?”
He said, “How much have you got?”
This is an example of how Father’s Day can often bring out the worst in people, particularly your own children.
It’s supposed to be a celebration of parenthood and a bit of a thank you from the kids for everything you’ve done for them over their lives. All the sacrifices. Basically, all the money they’ve cost you. Money you could have spent on other things. Money you could have spent to make YOUR life comfortable. Not theirs.
But you don’t resent it. You’re happy to have done it, even if all you get for Father’s Day is some crappy tie and a pair of socks, because basically, it’s the thought that counts. So what if you’re retired and don’t wear ties anymore and go around in bare feet? Fuck it, they took the time to call in and drop the stuff off.
Christmas and Father’s Day, two of the best days of the year.