Ordinary Hero – Dad.

‘Everyday needs to be fathers day’

As another Mothering Sunday passes those lucky ones, hopefully a day full of lavish meals, pretty bouquets and chocolates. However a Hallmark card can’t ever express the gratitude we have for all of those maternal comforts we take for granted, simply the washing being done, a home cooked meal on the table or simply a supporting phone call. A mother by definition is “ A woman who has raised a child in the role of a parent”, in our modern era the ambiguity of parental roles leaves many challenging the role of both mother and father alone and doing a heroic job of it. I cannot be more thankful for their persistence..

Many men would shy away from bringing up two teenage daughters, becoming a beginner in the kitchen, sewing ballet shoes and ironing on a Sunday night. Not my dad he’s one of the brave ones, struggling with the High street when we want clothes or sitting through 3 hour dance shows to keep us happy. I understand he’s not a fan of dyeing hair or discussing boys but I do know even though I’m 250 miles away he’s at the other end of the phone even if I just want to moan about the BBC moving to Salford.

I’m sure he didn’t expect to convert his role from chief bike riding instructor, diving coach, piggy back rider or driving instructor to laudrette lady in the space of 2 years. No major failings or much Pink washing, so he must be brilliant at this typical ‘mum’ stuff.

This is a declaration of thanks for pushing me to where I am, for just moving the sofa in front of the TV so we can watch football, for spending hours throwing a Softball with me, talking with the cat and all the rest of it. You are incredible and my hero.

From Fathers Day a couple of years ago, a poor attempt at a sonnet;

Your all I’ll ever need in this world

as cliché as it may seem to say,

Our lives may be completely twisted and curled,

But I’ll stick with you come what may.

Your the both parties in my younger life,

admiration is the word I would use,

Feels as though we’re standing on the edge of a knife,

Its not as though we have much to lose.

When we finally part in later years,

Your Lessons and your bonding moments with me,

with compensate a thousand tears.

My father, my best friend, My hero.

A love like this will never reach zero.

To an incredible man on Mothers day.

 

 

 

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