It’s hard for me to write about Fathers’ Day without being just a little philosophical about the way fathers have changed since I was a kid.
In my childhood years, it seemed a lot of dads went to work and came home to find supper on the table ahead of an evening of TV, or a round of golf, or a service club meeting with no worries about unfinished home work, dishes in the sink or a house that needed swept.
Those at-home jobs were the responsibility of mom, who’d stay at home all day.
Over the years dads, at least the good ones, have become co-sharers of both work and home responsibilities out of necessity.
Frankly, I think that’s a very good thing.
One much more troubling reality this Fathers’ Day is that a fast-growing number of kids are growing up without a dad in their lives.
That I think is an awful thing.
My father passed away 25 years ago, and I owe a great deal of credit for who I am today to a man who showed his love on a daily basis, and gave me the spankings I needed when I needed them too.
That’s the way I see it.