That Today was just a “normal” Sunday.
I wish that we didn’t “have” to have a day to say thank you to the Dads who show up every day.
I wish that showing up was considered the norm and not an exception.
I wish that today wasn’t so hard for those whose Dads didn’t show up.
I wish that more Dads would show up for those whose Dads didn’t show up or can’t show up.
I wish that church didn’t feel that it needed to celebrate fathers in a way that often hurts those who don’t have a good father figure in their lives.
I wish that more Dads would admit that they don’t know everything.
I wish that more Dads would realize that it’s okay to not be okay – and it’s okay to admit it.
I wish more teenagers knew that their Dads want them to succeed.
I wish more teenagers knew that their Dads love them.
I wish there were less kids in foster care and orphan care wondering about their Dads.
I wish that nurses didn’t have to work on days like this because I wish there weren’t Dads whose children are in the hospital today.
I wish it wasn’t so hard for many to understand the God as Father image because of the strain in their relationship with their Dad.
I wish that I had had more than 53 years to spend with my Dad.
I miss him.
But I’m glad that my children had anywhere from 14 to 31 years with their grandpa in their lives.
And I’m grateful for the time I’ve had to spend with him.