Father's Day

Today was Father’s Day. Similar in theme to Mother’s Day but celebrated or not in a very different manner.

When Mother’s Day rolls around for week’s beforehand ads can be found filling the newspaper. In big, black, bold letters the words scream at the reader: Mother’s Day brunch here make your reservations now. Or simply do not forget your mom on Mother’s Day.

If one is unfortunate enough to forget that special day will be ruined. Run down to nearest Wal-Mart or Target and the card aisle will be deserted. The paper dust from a few envelopes floating on the recycled air and one or two other lost souls desperately searching for any card that might remind dear old mom how much she matters.

And without reservations one can forget about a leisurely lunch, brunch or dinner. Each and every dining establishment, except for your local fast food circus will have waits in excess of two hours. Starving families will gather on uncomfortable benches checking out the other families wondering who was the moron in that family who forgot the reservations.

Teachers in the month of may usually spend a week with their grade school age student preparing a card, drawings, handprints anything to remind mom of her importance.

Mom’s day has come close to the status of a national holiday. Reverence abounds. I remember has a child going to the lodge my stepfather belonged to for Mother’s Day breakfasts. Mothers of all shapes and sizes would fill the hall. Stories would be shared; flowers were presented to the oldest and youngest mothers present.

For this one-day moms are honored in the way that they should be through out the year.

Father’s Day is a whole other ball game.

Sure if you look closely a few ads can be found usually buried in the classifieds reminding the consumer that Father’s Day is once again upon us and wouldn’t Dad just love one more novelty tie or power tool.

To the best of my knowledge ads for Father’s Day brunches do not dominate the paper for weeks prior to the big day. The big meal on Father’s Day appears to be a BBQ and Dad is usually the one manning the grill.

Apparently teachers forget that most of their students have Fathers besides Mother’s. I have yet to see a student bring home a Fathers Day card from school. Usually, with lots of love they knock one off at home when they realize early Sunday morning that it is Father’s Day.

It may be to late this year but maybe next year take an extra minute or two to show Dad how much he means to you.