(I’m a day late with this, but Dad, let’s be honest, you expect nothing less from me by now.)
Yesterday when I called my dad to wish him a happy Father’s Day and ask how he liked the U of U mug (I know, so original) I’d sent him, he said, “yeah, it’s a big ass mug.”
I’d hoped it would be. Bought it online. Everything’s smaller online. Online is the anti-Texas.
I bought my dad a mug for Father’s Day (and I’ve never bought him one before, thankyouverymuch) because one of my main memories of my dad is eating/drinking anything and everything out of a mug. Things like:
Alka Seltzer
cereal
ice cream
apple pie
If there is one thing my dad taught me, it's that there is no consumable that you can’t consume out of a mug.
I’m one of the kids who, as Scarlet Johansson’s character in “In Good Company” says, was cursed with a functional family. My mom and dad both were present for every major moment in my life, but I don’t really remember those.
I think the small moments in life are the ones that count, and those are the moments I remember growing up. My dad taught me how to ride a bike without training wheels. He personalized song lyrics for me when he sang me to sleep as a little girl. He played the trumpet at the oddest times. He took me to run errands on Saturdays to places like the hardware store, taking the “short cut” everywhere, listening to Car Talk on AM radio and always stopping to get Hostess fruit pies. And he liked eating things out of mugs.
Most people I know look back on their childhood and wish that they had taken better advantage of the times that they had their parents as their own captive audience, and I do, too, but I’m sure glad I got the moments I did.
So, thanks Dad, for your never-ending love and support. You rock.
3 comments:
I concur. Your dad is great!
I think it's awesome you tagged along to the hardware store with your dad as a kid. Naturally, as the one daughter among sons, it was I who accompanied my dad to such places as an autoparts store for a new car battery, the hardware store for plumbing accessories, and, without fail, a stop at the gas station for some cool beverage, whether gas was needed or not. Thanks for sharing your own memories. I just remember your dad with a diet coke in his hand, no matter what he was doing.
Your dad sounds awesome and for the record I always eat ice cream out of a mug. I think the handle keeps the ice cream colder since my hand isn't touching the bowl (I usually eat it on the couch). I know it probably really doesn't matter but just one more reason that mugs rule.
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