He and his brothers always called their father " Pop", so nowadays, I find myself calling him " Pop" too.
"Pop" is a hard one on day's like this. Fathers day, Christmas and birthdays, whenever asked what he wants, simply says " thermal underwear". There must be six dozen unopened packages of thermal underwear packed into his drawers, somewhere.
I am not kidding.
All three of his sons have tried countless times to squeeze out SOMETHING he would want, other than thermal underwear. Notta. No go. Is not going to happen...
Sometimes I have tried the surprise route. Buy him something I think he would want, an extravagance like a pocket watch or a pinky ring..
Funny story. After my parents divorced and my dad started hitting the single groups, he actually said in a conversation that he might pick up a tiger eye pinky ring. I was perplexed, and those who know my dad fully understand my confusion. He has boxes of unopened shirts, pants, pajamas and a closet full of unworn, now undersized suits. He will not part with them. He wears his company supplied uniforms even on his days off and thinks paying $4.00 for a watch at Family Dollar is a big investment...
He is generous with others, but for himself, he spends next to nothing.
So... I hear this statement about a pinky ring. Christmas was about a month away and I was in my twenties with some disposable income. I went to a jewelry store and found a really nice, masculine ( if that is even possible) pinky ring. It was gold, heavy, with a tiger eye stone that looked amazing.
On Christmas day, I give it to him. He looks at it quietly, says it is nice and puts it back gently in its container. After all presents are opened, he brings it to his room, in one of his packed drawers, I presume.
It really bothered me. I found the perfect gift, exactly what he said he wanted to buy for himself and he put it away in some drawer....
In the years since, I finally figured out the problem.
My dad is uncomfortable with big gifts. Worse was having it purchased by his son.
It does not fit into his defined roles.
Dads give. They do not receive expensive presents and they do not need anything from their kids. They are strong and self sufficient.
I realized then, if I ever was to become a father, I would give my kids the opportunity to give me gifts and show their love, on special days.
It isn't about the gift. It is about letting someone give and being open to their expression of caring...
I had it figured out...
So for a lot of years, I have honored my fathers roles and wishes.
This has been my eleventh fathers day, as an actual dad.
Every year, as my children brought home handmade cards and gifts from school, I have graciously and gratefully accepted them all. My Wonderful Wife would bring them out shopping on Fathers day, Christmas and birthdays and let them choose gifts and T-shirts she would purchase.
This year, the day before Fathers day, my kids went shopping for themselves. They all had money of their own, and while my Wonderful Wife and I were picking up stuff for the next days trip to The Great Escape, they shopped at Dicks Sporting goods.
Nick found a tennis racket and Jake found a toy crossbow. Stephen bought a can of tennis balls for wallball. He also picked up an electronic lure that cost more than the 36 pack of tennis balls. I didn't get a very good look...
The next morning, I opened all the cards and presents. Stephen and Jake were proud of the cards they made in computer class and I loved the key chain Jacob made. Stapled to Stephens card was a home made spice rub, and Nick chose a farting card for me.
I was in Fathers day heaven. Next to the card with the spice rub was a small wrapped package. Stephen told me to open it.
I unwrapped it and saw an expensive, electronic fishing lure...
that he bought with his own money...
I choked up. I pretended it was just one of my coughs...
It was great. I would have bought it for myself, that's how cool it was...
I looked at it quietly for a while, then mumbled a " thank you" to my son and kept it in its box.
It is too nice to fish with. I couldn't imagine losing it, snagged on a branch. Some things are just too precious.
Sometimes, i guess, it takes a little while to understand your own father. Maybe knowing that, was the best gift I received this year.
I don't know...
What I do know, is that that lure is still unopened, in one of my tool box drawers
Happy Fathers day, all....
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