It’s always kind of funny to watch us celebrate Father’s Day.
On Mother’s Day, we cook or buy mom brunch. We care for her needs, make cards and pictures for her, think of her first when choosing entertainment.
And that is all very special. Because we don’t do these things the rest of the year. Male behavior on Mother’s day stands out like a sore thumb from male behavior the rest of the days on the calendar. And women’s lives on Mother’s Day bear precious little resemblance to how they roll on non-feast days.
Father’s Day, meanwhile, is actually kind of redundant.
I mean, this Father’s Day, I was noticing just how good I have it the rest of the year, what special treatment I get throughout Ordinary Time.
Meals prepared? Yep.
Needs cared for? Absolutely.
Handmade artwork from the kids? At least a couple times a week.
Power to choose entertainment? Well…OK, so three out of four ain’t bad. It was a nice change to enjoy the Lakers game on Father’s Day rather than something involving princesses, puppets or purple dinosaurs.
But other than that, I was mostly aware of how good dads have it almost every day. It reminded me of when I was a kid, asking my parents, “When is Children’s Day?”
You know the answer we got. “Every day is Children’s Day.”
I’m thinking every day is Father’s Day too.