We kinda ignored your day here, on the Tiny Love blog. Well, let's be honest I kinda ignored it. Not on purpose, mind you, I love dads. Dads are Da Bomb.
So, to make up for it, why don't you share your Father's Day stories here in the comments: let me know how it went, what did you do, what cool stuff you got, or any other dad-related story you feel like sharing. You have a week to post your comment, and next Tuesday (06/26) I'll choose a random comment and the commentor will win some goodies – I'm thinking, gift certificates.
Moms, feel free to participate!
I'll start with a dad story of my own, just to get you going.
One afternoon, when I was three years old, I went with my dad to the swings. My brother was a baby then – about 6 month old – so I'm guessing my mom was home with him and it was just me and my dad. My daddy was, and still is, a big man: 6'10", heavy built, could probably still pick me up and twirl me around, if he was so inclined. (Not an easy task, I assure you…) So, my dad is pushing me in those rickety swings, and I'm all for speed and height, so he obliges me with more of both, until the part of the swing that keeps the swinging child within the swing's seat gives out and I continue the trajectory of the swing, face first, into a tree trunk.
My dad says that when he got to where I landed I was unconscious with my eyes rolled back in their sockets. He picked me up and ran to the doctor, who (luckily) was just a ten minutes walk away. He says that the few minutes it took him to cover that distance were the worst minutes of his life, bar none. By the time he got to the doctor I woke up, and was later diagnosed with a mild concussion.
For many years, I used to tell this story as a cute anecdote, but only when I became a parent myself I realized how truly horrifying an experience it was for him, and how much cool and control he had to muster in order to act quickly and efficiently. I want to hope that, God forbid, if anything like that ever happened to one of my kids, I'll have the same clarity and not become too hysterical to act. I think that I would know what to do, because I learned it from my dad.
Happy belated Father's Day!
Now your turn – what's your dad story?