To my father

In honor of father’s day, I wanted to write a few words about the relationship of a father and a son. I’m really not qualified to talk about the relationship between a father and a daughter, although there’s no denying how important that can be, too.

I can’t talk about all relationships between fathers and sons, because I only know about mine. It’s a winding story that involves successes and failures, being proud, and learning to become a man.

This story begins with a moment of pride. When my mother was pregnant with me, my parents decided that they didn’t want to know if I’d be a boy or a girl. To them, it didn’t matter as long as I was healthy. After my mom finally gave birth, it was announced that I was a boy. The reaction my father gave makes me think he was slightly excited.

“It’s a boy!” He exclaimed, and I can only imagine he yelled it loud enough for everyone on the floor to hear. Whether or not that was the case, I’d like to think it was.

Growing up as a small child, my father shared his love of baseball with me. It was one of the things that brought my father, my brother and myself together, and to this day, it still does. It’s just one of the many reasons that I love baseball, because it will always brings me back to my family.

But my father taught me a lot more than about baseball. He taught me about life, and being responsible for my actions. Yes, my mother did her part in helping teach me these things, but lessons learned from your father always have a different sort of meaning.

My father always taught me the importance on looking on the bright side of things, and would do countless things to show his love for me. From silly things like recording episodes of Barney and the Power Rangers, to occasionally surprising me with a pack of baseball cards.

Now that I’ve gotten older, the advice has changed, but it certainly hasn’t gone away. Instead of teaching me manners, I’m being taught lessons about investing, life, and parenthood. If I can grow up to be half of the father that he was to me, I’ll consider myself lucky.



  1. Ken

    From the moment of birth my son has grown from an adorable baby to a loving and caring grown man. I am very proud to say that my two boys have grown into two wonderful men.

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