Humor is my default.
Self-deprecation isn’t far behind. So when Meredith Spidel of Mom of the Year asked me to write about being Dad of the Year, the stereotypes busted through. Clueless dad. Rule-bender dad. Dad as not much more than the oldest kid dad.
Because it’s all funny, the stereotype.
But there’s a lot of substance in what we fathers do, too. The most difficult subject to write isn’t political or religious. What’s less comfortable than saying nice things – about yourself? I’ll sing my own praises off-key and mouse-quiet. But ask me to show you?
When my daughter offers her money to a sibling who is going out with friends.
When my daughter wakes up early on a sleep-in Saturday to help her mom with another project.
When my daughter breaks ranks and gives me a hand-written note on a hand-drawn picture with a heartfelt quote she found online.
At Meredith’s today, I’ve taken a humorous look at being Dad of the Year. I immediately temper praise with a three-step dose of reality. But when I see my girls among friends or on the pitch or among strangers, with strong souls and hearts, I’m nothing but proud.
Isn’t that funny?
Please come visit me at The Mom of the Year, and check out her posts while you’re there. She’s soon to become a guester here on the DC, too. You’ll love her like I do.