My grandson went to the zoo this week. It’s such a simple thing, but it got me thinking about Father’s Day this Sunday.
There were seven kids in my family and time spent with my Dad was precious and rare. But a few of those kid times have really stuck with me. My Dad liked to garden, and he would let any one of us follow him around with our little shovels and pails and help him plant or pick the flowers. A couple of times on Sunday afternoon, he actually took all of us bowling. That was a big treat for us, probably not so much for the bowling alley. My Dad and his brother started a car dealership in the fifties. The dealership was closed on Wednesday nights and every once in a while the whole family would pile into the station wagon and go to my Dad’s work after hours. We were allowed to run through the offices and play on the ten key adding machines. What could be better.
My kids are thirty and twenty-seven but they still talk about the list that my husband had on the refrigerator of the things that he and the kids were going to do over the summer. There was always an amusement park, but mostly it was going to the playground, riding the train in the park, going to the zoo or eating ice cream at the local stand. Simple things!
So I relish seeing my grandson starting to do these things with his family because I know these are the times that will stay in his memory for the rest of his life.
Happy Father’s Day to all the wonderful Dads!