Father’s Day? Oh Yeah, That’s Me!

This post also appeared on www.capecodonline.com/blogs in the opinion section of the Cape Cod Times, a division of Ottaway Newspapers, Inc.

I’ve been a father for just more than 10 weeks. I know this because I was there when he was born, I’ve been changing his increasingly poopy diapers and he’s been the cause of more hours of lost sleep than I care to recall. So it really didn’t make a whole lot of sense when I looked at the calendar a few days ago, noticed that Father’s Day was Sunday, and immediately thought “Oh man, I need to get my Dad a card and present.”

It took MJ reminding me that Father’s Day is now my day as well!

It’s just so bizarre, I’m not sure if I can put it into words. Father’s Day is forever changed for me now. When I was younger it meant spending my allowance to buy Dad a hideous tie or making him something during arts & crafts. When I got older it changed a little, and my brother and I knew he was just happy to spend time with us. But now that I’m a Dad I feel a little lost. It kind of feels like I’ve been pledging a fraternity and tomorrow is the day they finally accept me as a full-fledged member. I’m so used to thinking about my Dad on Father’s Day, but now I have a little boy who will be thinking about me. Strange, but very cool.

MJ said she’s got a whole day planned for me tomorrow. I think it involves going into Boston, touring Fenway Park and then going out for a meal at the Cheesecake Factory. As if that stuff wasn’t already terrific, the Boston Celtics have a chance to bring home the city’s first NBA championship in 22 years. Against the awful, hated, wussy, bandwagon, soft, reviled Los Angeles Lakers. For the record, Will is only 10 weeks old and he’s seen a Red Sox no-hitter, touched a Red Sox World Series trophy and now he’ll witness a Celtics championship. Talk about a charmed life. I was too young to really remember the Celtics in 1986, but I do remember Game 6 of the 1986 World Series, one of the worst Boston sports moments in history. I vaguely recall Super Bowl XX as the Patriots were obliterated by the Chicago Bears and I remember the Patriots Super Bowl loss to the Packers in 1997. And most painful of all, was Game 7 of the Red Sox-Yankees ALCS in 2003 when Wakefield gave up an 11th inning homerun to Aaron “Bleeping” Boone. I had to wait until I was 22 years old for the Patriots to win it all, which started the current Golden Era of Boston sports underway right now. Needless to say Will is going to be very spoiled in the sports department, as are all children age 8 and under right now.

So maybe this Fenway trip will turn into a Father’s Day tradition. Or maybe he’ll end up not liking sports and we’ll find something else to do. It really doesn’t matter. As long as I’m with my son on Dad’s Day I’ll be happy, and I can’t wait for all the homemade pencil holders, paperweights and digustingly ugly ties in my future!

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3 thoughts on “Father’s Day? Oh Yeah, That’s Me!

  1. i have 2 kids both boys…they make you laugh, they make you mad, they make you want to cry…..but most of all they make you smile…..being a dad is the most enjoyment possible…tonight my 3 year old saw a deer in the back yard and he wanted to feed it popcorn…..there is nothing better than moments like that…..happy father’s day

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