Father’s Day Thoughts

You LOVE them, you HATE them, you SUPPORT them emotionally and then you FIGHT with them.  Families and children bring out the BEST in us and sometimes they cause our WORSE traits to pop up.

But when all is said and done, family members represent our connections to ancestry and contribute greatly to our basic likes and dislikes.  From a strictly scientific approach, our families are responsible for and the results of the DNA that makes us who we are.

Nothing brings a family together more than a special day of celebration.  This Sunday is Father’s Day and it’s one of those opportunities to celebrate as a family, whether that’s represented by a shared meal, a special card or a phone call.

As this day approaches, the memories of the many experiences I had as a parent began to spin around in my mind.  There’s one experience that made me chuckle and I wanted to share it with you.

When my son was a toddler, I marveled at his awe of everything I did and his eagerness to be included in anything I was doing at the time.  As he entered his teen years, I decided to include him in a few more “grown up” projects around the house, like mowing the lawn.  BUT, the inclusion process was becoming more challenging as he grew older, so we had a talk about FAMILY RESPONSIBILITY and how everyone in the family had to do his or her part.

After sufficient (and some impressive) grumbling, he apparently realized that my logic was too solid to refute.  So he regularly took his turn behind the mower, although I’m sure I heard some definite mumbling over the roar of that mower.

Later, when my son was ready to go off to college, we again talked about FAMILY RESPONSIBILITY, only this time it was about his new job: to learn all he could about his future profession and to achieve the best grades possible so that he’d be “marketable” upon graduation (and I thought to myself “and finally off my payroll”).

As he entered the professional world and eventually made a name for himself in his chosen profession and then married and started a family, I was pleased that all my talks about FAMILY RESPONSIBILITY had paid off.

Then one day the tables turned on me when my son called to ask for help in a not-so-minor remodel project to construct a nursery for his newborn son.  That was when I realized that I had become a victim of my own words when he said, “Dad, I need some help but first let’s talk about FAMILY RESPONSIBILITY!”

Dads, enjoy your day.  You’ve earned it!

About James J. Murray, Fiction Writer

With experience in both pharmaceutical manufacturing and clinical patient management, medications and their impact on one’s quality of life have been my expertise. My secret passion of murder and mayhem, however, is a whole other matter. I’ve always loved reading murder mysteries and thrillers, and longed to weave such tales of my own. Drawing on my clinical expertise as a pharmacist and my infatuation with the lethal effects of drugs, my tales of murder, mayhem and medicine will have you looking over your shoulder and suspicious of anything in your medicine cabinet.
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4 Responses to Father’s Day Thoughts

  1. Erik Murray says:

    Thanks, Dad!! And thanks for the help with the nursery, it looks great!! It won’t be long before MY son is talking to me about family responsibility!

  2. Arlee Bird says:

    Great story! A good dad passes that legacy on down the line. My dad taught me so much about being a father–one of those things I didn’t appreciate til I got there.

    Wrote By Rote

  3. That’s right, Lee, we seem to miss the finer points our dads teach us until we’re dads also. Now heading to “Wrote by Rote”. Looks like a great post. Ever want to guest post on my site? Would love to have your words of wisdom here.

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