The gift that keeps on giving.....
Each year, since 1994, I have shopped for the perfect Fathers Day Gift, but have failed to top the gift he received that year. Until that point my husband lived in a double X house, the sole male inhabitant of a family who's majority had no interest in sports and crowded him out of the bathrooms at rush hour in the morning.
He solidered through dance rectitals and shopping, attempted to coach a ball team with little girls who did cartwheels in the outfield.
He really did try to get excited when he finally got Barbie's new outfit on, only to find out that Barbie wore 100 outfits each day.
He took gaggles of girls to movies and listened to the word by word replays for days.
He suffered the indigniy of his daughter cheering for the opposite team as his in anything he attempted to watch on TV.
And yes he did have to shush a 7 year old at a live hockey game when she announced to the entire section that "Hockey Players don't have PERIODS, they are boys!"
Our son was born on Fathers Day, after the gifts and celebration were done. Way early, way quick, and a little 4 lb boy in his strong arms at 9 23 pm.
I think Fatherhood changed that day for my man.
While always a great dad, he was along for the ride, at the whims of the females in his life. Chained to estrogen. He now has a playmate. A mini me.
The boy has brought home a homemade gift from school, and I have not done my shopping yet. He is a hard man to buy for.
His needs are simple.
Unless the boy lets me put a bow on his head,(he has refused thus far) I'm off to the mall.