Father’s Day
Father’s Day is such a mix of emotions for me.
On the one hand, I think of my own dad who passed away four years ago this summer. My dad loved me so much. He consistently let me know every chance he had. I most definitely loved him back, although I wasn’t so outward showing about it at times.
My dad was a very kind soul, who had an infectious personality that could make anyone laugh out loud. I miss all the little things he did for me growing up. Cooking my favorite meals, driving me to friend’s houses, always encouraging me to do my best, wrestling with me on the living room floor, amongst so many other things.
I really wish my dad was here with us now to meet his grandchildren. He would have instantly fallen in love with them, and they would reciprocate that love. I have no doubt about that.
In some weird way, perhaps they may have already met. Perhaps it was in Heaven. Perhaps, my dad had something to do with the tiny miracles my wife and I had after a specialist told us to give up hope.
I am a dad now. Two times in fact! We have a beautiful, energetic 2.5-year-old girl and an adorable 1-year-old boy who’s got quite the appetite - and dance moves!
Believe me……It’s a lot of work. Exhausting at times. Two babies that are 19 months apart can wear anyone out. Some days it feels like it is never-ending, especially in this COVID era, but then there are days where you wish the time with them never ever ends. The joy, laughter, and fun make every hard day manageable.
My kids have taught me so much. I’ve learned how to multitask in the non-digital form, how to make countless ponytails, the importance of nap times, and Advil...amongst many other things.
It’s through my own kids that I experience the love, spirit, and bond that my dad and I had.
Happy Father’s Day Dad! I miss you.
-Mike Noronha, Guest Contributor