{"id":1685,"date":"2016-06-19T11:45:53","date_gmt":"2016-06-19T18:45:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/?p=1685"},"modified":"2016-06-19T11:45:53","modified_gmt":"2016-06-19T18:45:53","slug":"fathers-day-ok","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/2016\/06\/19\/fathers-day-ok\/","title":{"rendered":"Father\u2019s Day\u2014Ok"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"me-n-the-kid,-foot\"<\/a>I\u2019ve never been one much for holidays. It\u2019s not like I hate them, as such, I\u2019m just usually not all that enthused about whatever is being celebrated. I know other people get excited, though, and I\u2019ll join in; I\u2019m a cynic, not a curmudgeon. But for me, by myself, holidays are usually a take-em-or-leave-em kinda thing<\/p>\n

This is my first Father\u2019s day as a father. It kind of snuck on me, and true to form, all things considered, it\u2019s really no big deal. I mean, I love my son to pieces. He\u2019s almost nine months old, and he\u2019s wonderful. He\u2019s hilarious and demanding and beautiful and exhausting. All those clich\u00e9\u2019s about having kids that make you roll your eyes? Yes, apply them to me. I like being a dad. My boy pushes me to my limits, and those limits have even been exceeded at times, but I\u2019m a dad and that\u2019s a permanent part of my identity now, a title I wear with pride.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t think the title is worthy of a whole heck of a lot of celebration, is all. I mean, every day is a celebration, right? Something like that. As I write this, I\u2019m watching the kid, via baby monitor, roll around in his crib as he decides to wake up. When he does we\u2019ll have some breakfast, play for a bit, take a nap. Then we\u2019ll eat again, maybe run to the store for a few errands, sleep one more time. Another feeding, make dinner, give mommy a hug when she comes home from work. Take another nap, etc.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s the etc, you see. Being a father, to me, is the etc. I don\u2019t see the point of celebrating et ceteras. I breathe, and when I go for a run a breathe harder, and when I go to sleep I breathe deeper, but do I celebrate the wonder and joy and pleasure of all that breathing? Nah.<\/p>\n

For what it\u2019s worth, along with this being my first father\u2019s day as a father, it\u2019s also my 45th father\u2019s day as a son. I love my dad to pieces, too. He\u2019s my best friend, and like my kid, he\u2019s hilarious. More clich\u00e9\u2019s: if my son is going to turn out like anyone, and he turns out to be like his grandad\u2014intelligent, thoughtful, creative, hard-working\u2014well then, I\u2019d say I was an exceptionally successful father.<\/p>\n

I totally respect everyone else who wants to celebrate fatherhood today. Whether it\u2019s a companion holiday to mother\u2019s day, or because, let\u2019s face it, not all dads are awesome and the ones who are deserve recognition. I get it and I will click like on all of the Facebook posts. But for me, it\u2019s just another holiday. Just another day. I guess I\u2019m saying I\u2019d rather be happy every day, and when I look at ym son, and think about my own dad, I realize that I am.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I\u2019ve never been one much for holidays. It\u2019s not like I hate them, as such, I\u2019m just usually not all that enthused about whatever is being celebrated. I know other people get excited, though, and I\u2019ll join in; I\u2019m a cynic, not a curmudgeon. But for me, by myself, holidays are usually a take-em-or-leave-em kinda … <\/p>\n

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