It’s a bit of a cliché, isn’t it? The wish list of things a dad wants on Father’s Day. A lie-in. Lots of cool gifts. Breakfast in bed. Me-time. You know the sort of thing.
Did I get all of these? No. It doesn’t matter. I got what I wanted and I wanted what I got: the things that really mattered to me.
A lie-in? Nope. I was up at 6:20 to snuggle up on the sofa with Kara to watch an old episode of The Flash. An extra hour in bed would have been nice, sure. However, I’m never going to say no to daddy/daughter time.
Lots of cool gifts? Not really. I wasn’t left empty-handed but a couple of token gifts – one of which I’d bought for myself the previous week and set aside – were more than enough. In addition, the kids eagerly presented me with their traditional hand-drawn cards. They’re the best gifts of all because of the effort and thought that goes into them.
Breakfast in bed? No. We did have a lovely full English breakfast but I was the one who cooked it because, well, it’s just one of those meals I always cook, like Sunday roasts and barbecues. However, the real treat was the five of us sitting down to eat breakfast together – something that happens all too rarely – and watching the kids scoff all their food with gusto.
Me-time? Actually, I did have a little but it was for purely practical purposes. We all went into Reading where Heather whisked the kids off for an hour while I sneaked off to find new clothes for a black-tie event we’re attending in a couple of weeks’ time. Then we hit the boys’ favourite all-you-can-eat buffet restaurant for a slap-up meal, after which I could barely move.
So, one-and-a-half out of four. But a brilliant Father’s Day nonetheless. It’s not about things. It’s not about ticking items off a list. All I wanted was a good day. And that’s what I had: a good day. That’s what really matters.