Sunday, June 15, 2014
Happy Father's Day
When it was still uncommon for men, he went on school trips with the kids, coached Little League, served as President of the PTO, drew pictures and did art projects with Megan every night, played catch with Josh, drove them to activities, spent Saturdays at an art class with Megan, took them to the theater, on Brownie trips, did activities with Cub Scouts for which he was ill-suited. Other fathers left such things to their wives but he always wanted to be a part of it.
I remember whose car came in last at the Pinewood Derby, whose rocket didn't go up. But because he never let such things bother him, they never bothered the kids.
Despite a challenging academic career, his kids (and wife) always came first. I can never remember him saying he was too busy or too tired to do whatever was asked of him. He never had to spank his children because they respected him too much to misbehave. Seriously, letting him down would have distressed them too much.
Happy Father's Day, Phil. You will never read this but I have put it out in the world because I am so proud of the father you have been. And needless to say, the husband too.