I awoke today and thought for the first time about people who do not celebrate Father’s Day: orphans, the abused, the abandoned, and those whose fathers are deceased. For these people – children and adults – it is a sad day, dreaded day, or hated day that evokes unwelcome memories or heart-wrenching despair. With myriad commercials and sales confronting these fatherless or abused boys/girls/men/women for a week or more, their lives must be tortuous. Do they retreat into themelves, avoid their friends, not watch television, make sure they are gone for the weekend, become more argumentative, or just get drunk? How would you feel if you had a bad father or no father at all? How DO you feel?
Not everyone is blessed with a good father, but there are no perfect fathers either because they are just human beings who cannot help but make an occasional mistake or more. A great father puts his children above himself but does not spoil them. He is there for them in times of need but guides them towards independency. He treats them with respect and expects respect in return. He makes them feel secure and safe but allows them to be adventurous. He applauds their achievements and picks them up when they fall… Obviously, there are not a lot of those kinds of fathers around. The dysfunction of today’s society makes that quite evident, and it’s a crying shame. Can we never get rid of cyclic abuse? Will the world ever stop the hating and warring that lead to dead fathers and never-to-be fathers?
There is so much more to say upon this subject, but I have to go have breakfast with my Dad, who is 84 and insists I get out of the house to play golf with him once a week. I am blessed.
BTW: Father’s Day is celebrated in 55 countries with dates varying from January to November. It was first recognized in Spokane, WA in 1910 but did not become a national holiday until 1972. In 1937 a group of NYC retailers got together to begin promoting the buying of presents and thus the commercialization of the event.