Does Father's Day mean ANYTHING to you?
I never really celebrated the idea, outside of the obligatory socks and tie gifts to my dad every once in a while, and I really haven't changed much since I started doing that back in middle school. I must say though, being married and watching Kris in action with our girls has helped me not only to appreciate him, but so many of the father figures who have shaped my life in wonderful ways.
MY FATHER
I held a strong sense of resentment toward my biological father for many years.
(Dang, what if he's reading this post!) Anyhoo, he was in and out of our lives, and he seemed to be disconnected from us as human beings, and more involved in the "your mom said you were doing (insert grade-school-kid-foolishness here), and she doesn't want you to do that, so stop it" type of talks. He and my mom were never married, and by the time my brother and I moved to the U.S. in 1987, he and my mom had long been separated, and we saw him on weekends, some summers, and a few other times. He would drop us off at the library for hours on end, look right through us when we spoke, and whoop on my brother for what seemed to me like stupid shit. #IMHO
I must say though, as an adult, I've grown closer to my father. I have a better understanding of him as a person, and I've let go of the idea that he should have been a certain way. He was who he was, and more importantly, that's the past. Today, I enjoy his booming voice, his animated personality, and his overall smarty-pants way of being.
He's a cool dude, and I love him.
MY PAPA
When I lived in Jamaica as a child, my dad was in the U.S, but I was so very fortunate to have a grandfather and two uncles who shaped my views of what to expect from men. My grandfather, Joaclyn Sinclair, meant the world to me, and he treated me like an absolute princess. He was judicious with hugs, kisses, and I-love-you's, and he allowed himself to be used as a human jungle gym, as several of my childhood pictures will prove. I was literally always climbing him, smelling his beard (which had an intoxicating scent that always had me breathing in the poor guy while he tried to read his bible or listen to talk radio), and asking him a million questions. We chased butterflies together, we talked about whatever was whirling through my brain, and he simply made me feel like I mattered.
Thank you, Papa!
MY UNCLES
Martin and Richie, were (and still are) the bees knees in my book! They were attentive, fun-loving, and super-protective of us kids. Even though they were much older than I, I never felt flitted away or like I was an annoyance. Instead, they celebrated my big personality, and would take me with them to the store and to football matches--a pretty sweet deal for a curious 6 year old! In the evenings, they would sit my cousin and me up on the gate posts and ask us questions as we people-watched and shot the breeze. Those memories still make me teary-eyed, and I love them for giving me the time of day!
Thank you, Uncle Martin! Thank you, Uncle Richie!
MY PARTNER
Kris is a godsend, and that's nothing short of the truth. This is not solely my opinion, but also that of several sound-minded women who also love him. I'll share a few gems from my extensive list of reasons I know I'm brilliant for choosing him as my hubs!
---He has a very calm demeanor. He's not the type to get worked up, and his "Level 10" notch just doesn't exist. He's the Caribbean Sea, and in our house, we NEED that!
---He's one of those smart guys who don't make people feel stupid for not knowing quite as much as he does.
----His web and marketing smarts offers me a great opportunity to enjoy in-house creative, and that ROCKS!
----He understands our daughters. Sometimes, I find myself going to him, all "third daughter-esque" with complaints like, "Why don't Marley and Sage make sense? Why would they do that?!" In his calm, Caribbean-Sea type of way, he is always able to calm me and help me to re-connect with the reality that I am fit to be their mother, even when I'm feeling rather "Huh!-ish".
----He has football (soccer) player legs? If you don't know what those are, my sincere condolences, because, dude, you've been missing out!
I could go on, but this post is already like 8000 words long, so I'll leave you with a link to his new blog,
The Conflicted Philosopher, and remind you to make your own appreciation list for the fathers in your life!
Thank you, Kris!
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO ALL YOU BEAUTIFUL DADS OUT THERE!