Who’s The Daddy

SP_A0057Today is Father’s Day, and rightly so. We men deserve at least one day in the year where we have our dinner handed to us, and are free to splodge on the couch all day and watch sport (it’s just as well Mrs Tin doesn’t read this blog, since she’d probably have to be restrained at this point).

RTE have certainly tried to ensure the day is a success, as they have chosen tonight to broadcast the final ever episode of ER – the one with George Clooney, Anthony Edwards and Goran Whatshisface all returning – and wives all over the country will be suggesting to their husbands that they pop down to the pub for an hour or so, leaving them free to sit in front of the TV with a dirty big bowl of ice-cream and a dirtier, bigger grin.

The picture above shows the cards that I received from my children, and proves that they certainly can’t be accused of being hoodwinked by the blatant commercialism of the day. I remember my mum always saying on Mother’s day that she preferred stuff we made ourselves to stuff we bought, and I used to wonder was she just being nice, but I now know that she was telling us the truth. The homemade cards that I get each birthday and Father’s Day mean everything to me. (They can also occasionally provide yet another in-family joke. About five years ago Tinson1 made his card for Mrs Tin in such a hurry that he wrote “Happy Moter’s Day” on the front, and Mother’s Day has now vanished from the Tinfamily annual calendar, while Moter’s Day is in).

The cards, by the way, are arranged on a leather chair and not, as it may appear, on the arse of our pet elephant.

Anyway, I find the whole day very humbling. I am always astonished by the obvious love in the eyes of these three wonderful young people, and have no idea what I have done to deserve it. They see me as strong, protective and wise, and I see myself as anything but.

But it is also very uplifting. If these kids think I’m great then I must be doing something right.

So I’m getting what each of them wished for me on their cards.

I’m having a Happy Father’s Day.

6 thoughts on “Who’s The Daddy

  1. laughykate

    What a lovely post. My mother is seriously not into mother’s or father’s day. It was all make-it-yourself.

    I do remember one mother’s day, when my brother and sister were making breakfast in bed for my mother, I felt sorry for my father so went about (unsupervised) making him scrambled eggs.

    They were orange.

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  2. friendsofbreastfeeding

    I dunno Tinman. I think the lask of colour in cards one and two does suggest a certain level of couldn’t-be-arsedness.

    You may have to buy them some more stuff to ensure a bit more effort next year.

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