I would be remiss not to mention that I love my dad and I love being a dad every day and especially on this Father’s Day 2015. This is my 35th Father’s Day as a son and my 11th Father’s Day as a dad. To state the obvious, it had to be in that order for all of this to work. I was fortunate to have a good dad and try really hard to be one myself.
The truth is that fatherhood is just like any other job that a man has, except that there are no 5pm clock punches and weekends off. Once you’re a dad, you’re a dad for life. No, it’s not that you want to ever not be a dad, but it has to be said that fatherhood really is a 24/7 role. It’s not a career, its a position. A privilege. A challenge with no margin. A blessed task that sometimes overwhelms. This little person looks to you to be “the man”, which carries both positive and negative connotation. Scary nightmare? The man! Grounded? The man! Us dads often play good-cop/bad-cop without any breath in between.
I love being a dad. I often get it right. I have to look my son in the eye sometimes and say “I didn’t get that right . Forgive me.” Jesus didn’t have to do this, but I do. Thankfully, Jesus makes it right. My son and I look to Him.
Tonight Zac folded his 6-year old hands and prayed “Dear God, please pray that we have a good day tomorrow and thank you for a great day today. Amen.”
I bet that prayer echoes in heaven in ways that my prayers don’t.
I said “Zac, I like being your dad.” He said “I know.”
Good. That’s good.