My earliest memory of my Dad was when I was about three or four years old. It was a Saturday morning and I had just gotten back from a ballet lesson. We were standing in the kitchen and my Dad was doing pirouette turns with me as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a grown man to be up on his tippy toes spinning around in circles.
That’s just how my Dad has always been. Whatever my sister and I were doing at the time, that’s what he was interested in. Ballet, soccer, horseback riding, violin and piano, softball, that one day I joined the track team…he’s been right beside us, cheering louder than anyone else.
As a new parent, that is what I have learned the most from my Dad – from both my parents. To be present. To be in the moment with your kids. Whether you are spinning on your tip toes in a kitchen or cheering at a college graduation or standing in the back of a church getting ready to walk your daughter down the aisle. Be there.
My Dad has always been there.
And now that my Dad is a Granddad, I am so happy to know that he will be there cheering Michael on, too. Because I know how profoundly my Dad’s being there has shaped the person that I have become, and I can’t wait to see that in my son. We are both lucky to have him in our lives.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad.