Hero Day

Today is Father’s Day. I am a fan. I know that there are lots of people out there that may say, “why do we have to have a holiday celebrating people we should be celebrating every day?”. I say, why not!

Dads are often the unsung heroes of the family. In our family, when either of the kids gets hurt, they immediately cry for me., their mommy. Since I am with them, all day, every day, they are used to relying on me. It’s a bit unfortunate that they are unable to see that it is actually their dad who is the biggest champion of this family… Their dad, who goes to work and earns the money. Their dad, who often has to be away from them when he would much rather be home. Their dad, who adores them and would do anything for them. Their dad, who sold his Harley this week, in order to free up some money to get us into a house of our own.

Which is so much like my own dad. I admit that it wasn’t until I was older, that I was able to see just how much my own dad loved me. Oh, he was affectionate and supportive and went to all my sports activities, and I actually don’t remember ever questioning his love for me as a kid. But dad was a fire fighter and worked 24 hours on and then 48 hours off. Then in those 48 hours “off”, he worked long hours for a trucking company. He was a busy guy. He worked hard…for us. It wasn’t until I was in high school that I began to realize he worked to provide for me and my mom and my sister. He worked to send us to Christian school. He worked because that is what good dads, no, champion dads do. And on Father’s day, I hope my dad knows how very much his daughter loves him. (even though his card will arrive late…which is probably no surprise to him!) He’s a hero, my hero.

I am getting ready for church now. My church. The church where Jeff is the pastor. I didn’t even get to fix him a nice breakfast this morning because he gets up at 5:30 on Sundays and is out the door before anyone is even up yet. (I know what you are thinking, that perhaps if I was a better wife, I would have had breakfast ready for him at that time, but hey, at least I have room for improvement in years to come!). He’s preaching this morning, a sermon called “Just like Daddy.” I hope he knows that I want our kids to grow up wanting to be just like him. He’s a hero, our hero.