Somehow, I think I actually made my kids eyes roll a couple times (yes, even on Father's day). They were distraught cause they didn't have money to buy a fancy this or a new whatchamacallit (computer related, of course, lol) that I might have wanted. So, without trying, I made their eyes roll. I told them "That stuff doesn't matter, what matters is the blessings that I have here. The gifts that you are." Groans echoed through the camper. No, I'm not the perfect father. Sometimes I yell too much, sometimes I get upset at one kid for what another did and sometimes I'm just completely wrong. Sometimes (maybe a lot of times) I also expect my oldest son to act like he's 25 or 35 and not 13. Or, I expect my 10 year old to act like a young lady in her 20's.
But, in spite of that, in spite of my shortcomings, I do feel that way. Like my kids are a precious treasure and gifts from God. And for Father's day it's really cool, I see my son growing into a Godly young man, I see my daughter being inquisitive about the things around her. I see my 6 year old sons sense of adventure and my 4 year old sons sense of fun. Oh, and Kara, 2 years old and she just pulls the cutest stuff, I'm not sure what she'll be like when she grows up, but I know she's going to be breaking hearts somewhere.
So, on Father's day, to me, I tried to let my kids know how special they were, how they were my Father's day gift... because they are, every day.
