It had to come early for me – and probably a slew of other dads – because my just-turned-teen son went to Uplift at Harding University at noon today. So he gave me a gift and a card at breakfast.
More specifically: a NASCAR card reminiscient of our new favorite movie, Cars, and some new togs to wear on vacation in a couple of weeks. I imagine his mom – who is teaching in Dallas this weekend – had a hand in that selection. But he’s already e-mailed from the student center three times.
My 10-year-old daughter was a trooper this afternoon, tagging along with me at work on a rainy Saturday and even helping here and there. I felt like I owed her big-time, and McDonald’s was a disappointment when she saw the sign in the play area requiring socks of my barefoot, besandaled cherub. So we went home and called and called until we found a family willing to turn loose of their daughter on Father’s Day Eve to sleep over tonight. (Now I owe them big-time.)
Yet, not even the gift and card she’s holding until tomorrow morning will beat a few minutes ago when she came out to me in my hobby closet off the garage and told me – for no reason; no request, no beg, no plead – “Dad, have I told you today that you’re the best daddy in the whole world?”
I gave her a big, squeezy hug and told her that she says it even when she doesn’t say it.
“Huh?” she said, and I was a little too choked to explain.
It’s really easy to manage being a pretty good dad when you’ve got the greatest kids in the world.