As a kid, I hated when we were instructed to make Father's Day cards and crafts. My mom and dad were divorced. My dad didn't play an active role. I lived in a small town where no one else's parents were divorced.
So... when teachers or Sunday school teachers would announce,"Today we are going to make something special for your dads for Father's Day!" I would cringe. I didn't want to make something for a man that I remember beating my mom, but I also didn't want to have to explain to anyone why I wasn't participating.
So, this week, when one of my fellow teachers said, "Hey, why don't we make a Father's Day craft on Friday?" I couldn't help but speak up.
We made the craft say, "Happy Father's Day ______________!" This way students could write in Dad or Grandpa or Uncle Paul or Steve (mom's new boyfriend) or even Mom or Grandma.
I told my students, "You write on that line the name of the person you want to give this to... anyone who plays a special role in your life that you want to thank. I would be writing mine to my mom."
I only wish I would have had a teacher think about that when I was a kid.
And, Mom, I know you are looking down on me ... Just wanted to say, "Thanks ...and Happy Father's Day!!"
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