Father's Day

  I've wanted to write this post for a few days now. Father's Day is kinda important to me. I have two amazing, wonderful daughters. They are as different as could possibly be. But they are alike in ways I'm sure they are just learning about and hopefully will continue to discover about themselves. I'm proud of that. It should be a journey in which they discover not only their differences but their bonds. They have many. And one of the best experiences I've had in the last 10 years is watching them discover those bonds. 

  It's vaguely similar to what my sister and I have gone through. Discovering our trust in each other, and love for each other.  Just cause you grew up in the same family is no guarantee that you'll be close....or even care about each other. My sister and I are at a place where after a childhood spent torturing each other we complete each others sentences and long for opportunities to be together. I depend on her to keep me sane.....not an easy task under the best of circumstances.

  But my daughters. And Father's Day.

  When  I was named an assistant principal a while ago, in a Community School Board Meeting, I said, "I hope that they are as proud of me tonight as I have been of them every day of their lives."  Nothing much has changed. They are my conscience. And I am so grateful to be their "dad." Father's Day is more about them and the sense of happiness and fulfillment they bring to my life every day than anything I could ever do for them. I understand why my mom (henceforth known here as Satan) holds on to any relationship she can have with my brother (who I wouldn't lend a glass of water to in the desert and I'm sure he returns the favor). I don't agree with it but I understand it. And she should have it. 

  So it'll be a quiet Fathers Day. And that's okay. I love them every day.