My first father's day.

This past Sunday was father's day, and I can truly say it was a great day. The smell of coffee and the banging on my stomach by Jacob gave me a pleasant/rude awakening. I understand Jacob was just excited because it was father's day. But if the pounding on my stomach indicates it is father’s day, then it must be father's day every weekend. However, be as it may, Mama and Jacob had what to eat and do planned for Dad. They took me to my favorite place to eat - The Corner Bakery - and the beach, and the treatment was "Leave it to Beaver" quality.

However, all this attention got me thinking of the true meaning of father's day. And all that I could think of was how much I love my son, the rollercoaster of emotions I felt when he was born, and of how I have to prepare so that I can give to him all that was not nor able to be given to me. I thought of how I don't need a specific day out of the year to honor me. Because to me, it is father's day every day that I get home from work and my son is being held by his mama that he loves so much, but turns to me and gives me a big smile and jumps from her arms on to mine. Plus, when he has been crying in his crib and I come to him and as I hug him, he lays his head on my shoulder and clings to me and doesn’t let go. Or when he talks to me and/or grunts at me when I tell him "NO".  Especially when the little's thing that I do makes him crack up. Give me these moments over any holyday.

I realize that my fatherhood just began, and many more moments whether good or bad are to come. But now I have realized that how you get through those moments is what makes being a "Dad" unmatched.