Thoughts on Fathers Day

Sunday is Fathers Day. I don't know - it just never struck me with the same level of importance as Mothers Day. Why? Maybe it's because I never had a Dad to honor on that day - at least one that was home or alive. Maybe it's because I've always felt like Moms clearly deserved it, while "us Dads" generally got to have Father's Day every day. I don't know. Every year at church the ladies whine "Why don't you do something special for fathers on Fathers Day, like you do for the Moms on Mothers Day?" What? A flower? Maybe a Dandelions to represent all the yard work not done yet. A pen or a bookmark with some sweet saying or Bible quote on it? It always ends up in Mom's purse. No, we need to hand out pocket knives, so guys could whittle during church, or defend the preacher from some crazed shooter. I can see the headlines now ARMED ASSAILANT TURNED INTO A PIN CUSHION AT CHURCH! Or maybe we could hand out Philips screwdrivers and all the men could tighten up all the chairs in front of them during communion. Or what about a bottle of DOE-IN-HEAT deer lure? That would give a whole new meaning to being the aroma of Christ, though it could perk up a few marriages...
No, the ultimate Dads Day gift can't be handed out at church on Sunday morning. It never was a tie, and while the sharp three button shirts are nice, it's really not something from Penney's. It's even not, and I hate to say it, getting his favorite food for Sunday dinner! Ouch. It's something much more precious. It's hearing "I love you" from the ones who call you Dad. Sure, most guys wouldn't say that, but just being loved, remembered, and appreciated - for just a few seconds is - well that's really what matters. And the beauty of that is - it makes every day that it happens - Fathers Day.
PS. My cordless drill is a close second.