Day 093 – thanks for everything, dads!


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Day 93 – Jun 18th

It’s Fathers Day here in the UK, a time to celebrate all that is good about dads. We all have a dad, although some of them might no longer be with us, like mine. There’s even a good chance that a few of the people reading this are a father themselves.

So what IS great about dads? Well I guess it depends on who you are asking. I know there are a lot of useless dads out there, dads that don’t see their children, dads that don’t see helping with the kids as their jobs… but let’s just forget about those for now, I think it’s a fair assumption to make that the higher percentage of dads are good people who love and care about their children, and want to do all that they can to help and be involved, whether they live with them or not.

Dad’s are obviously great with the rough and tumble stuff, rolling around on the floor or throwing the kids high in the air. Dads are usually good at building or fixing things. Dads are generally pretty useful with a deep, booming voice when someone has been naughty. We’ve all heard the saying “wait until your dad gets home”.  Let’s not forget the other stuff dads can be good at, like teaching reading and writing, road safety, teaching their child how to ride a bike. Yeah, I’d like to think we’re not completely useless.

I think it’s fair to say that dads sometimes tend to get overlooked as serious parents a bit. When dad goes out, mom looks after the children, but when mom goes out, it’s often seen as dad is babysitting the children, almost like he’s not an actual real parent. 

I think it’s fair to say that this stereotype is changing now, and modern dads are stepping up their game a bit. I was very touched by my Father’s Day gift this morning. A personalised box of all the things I do with my girls. That will be treasured for a long time.

I’d had a few ideas for things to do on Father’s Day, or places to go, but in the end we didn’t come to a decision or manage to book anything, and an offer of a family bbq at my sisters house was sounding quite tempting. It should have been a relaxing afternoon in the sun with some burgers and a few ciders, but an unexpected meltdown from Chloe that lasted got two hours until I’d managed to rock her to sleep kinda blew that idea out of the water. I was stuck on the sofa for close to an hour while she snoozed on me, but by the time she woke up, whatever had been previously bothering her was no longer an issue, and she was happy again. Time for a bit of food and a little drink! 

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