Father’s Day Blog Post.
I was out and about with my family yesterday and I popped into the boutique next to my husband’s favorite coffee store. The sign hung over the register. “Shop today for you, celebrate Father’s day tomorrow in style… if Mommy’s not happy nobody is happy.” I could not help but smirk. A ladies specialty boutique that only has women’s jewelry and handbags had done their best to boost sales on a tough weekend for them.
It is Sunday afternoon and after a delightful day at a local beach, my son and husband sit watching the US OPEN golf tournament. The other man in my life, my brother, is playing in a golf tournament in another part of the state. Golf was my father’s game too. Me? I never understood the affection people have for the game. I learned how to play at a very early age and played the requisite Mother/daughter, Father/daughter tournaments growing up. I have only played in a handful of charity matches since. With the right company on the right day is can be almost fun, but it is usually played in warm weather (hot and humid) around water (buggy) for hours. Hmmm, no thanks. Yet, I would not trade any of my experiences with my family at the golf course. It is part of who I am.
No. I did not inherit my Father’s love for golf, but he did bequeath to me his tenacity and his work ethic. Unfortunately, I inherited his lack of patience and his temper, too! (That’s another post altogether).
Happy Father’s Day to all the great, yet perfectly imperfect Father’s out there!
