I get used to the fact that dads on Fathers Day will never get the recognition that moms get on Mothers Day. Dads usually just are not around as much as moms. Moms just do more cooking, cleaning, and taking care of kids that dads typically do. So this year, while I was not expecting much, I was expecting that I would at least hear a "Happy Fathers Day" greeting from my kids.
On this Sunday morning, my son R comes into my room and says Happy Fathers Day and gave me a hand made card that says how he loves playing video games and watching tv with me. Guess I do not do much that is memorable or fun for him other than video games and tv. With the help of his mom, he makes a hot tea for me for breakfast.
My routine is making sure that he and A have done their schoolwork or piano before they watch tv and play video games. After that I make sure they get bathed, brush teeth, and read before going to bed. And when the kids are sleeping, I spend time making lunches and packing up for school. In the mornings, I make the kids brush their teeth, get changed, eat a quick breakfast and eat their vitamins, and then drive them off to school. I guess I do not spend a lot of "quality time with the kids." This is about a million times better than what my dad did for me which was just about nothing in my younger years. But this is a different generation.
A, on the other hand, was grumpy about some incident in the morning involving her mother and her brother playing a game. She did not even say Happy Fathers Day at all to me this day/year. There was no card from her. She gives me a Totoro cup cover that she had bought with her own money at the $2 Thinka Store. I am sure she was proud to have been able to buy it with her own money. But she basically puts it on the table in front of me and says "here..." Later that day, I hear her saying "Happy Fathers Day" to CF's dad/her grandfather about half a dozen times over the phone. But she still never said it to me. Maybe I'm just being petty... Later on, CF says that A did make a card - well, in actuality, she made a big card for CF on Mothers Day and then pastes over the word "Mothers" with "Fathers." Guess I was not important enough to make a new card for.
One day, A may read this blog with a different/more mature perspective. I hope that she knows that I always want the best for her and R and that I love my kids very much. I respect that she is strong willed and stubborn (like her dad) and I hope that this will help her in life. But really, things would have gone a lot smoother in her childhood days if she was more calm and respectful of others...
So today, I decided to drag the family out to Krause Berry Farm hoping that the kids would enjoy strawberry picking. We do not do this very often - maybe once a year, so I thought they would enjoy it and I was hoping to relive the fun A had when she did it the first time. Well, that did not happen. R did not really enjoy it (I was probably being a bit too bossy with him as he was picking the berries all wrong). A seemed to have more fun as she was picking with her mom. There were lots of people and lots of long lines, but it was to be expected for Fathers Day. We had about 1-2 lbs of strawberries and CF bought a bunch of cherries.
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After strawberry picking, I decided to go to Fort Langley since we were already in the neighbourhood. We ate at the 50s Diner and had burgers and ice cream. We walked around some shops including an interesting antique shop. Then we spend the rest of the day at the actual Fort hoping the kids would have fun there. But the kids seemed bored as well. At the end of our adventure R took a fall and scraped his arm. He was ok, but I was freaking out since I did not really see what happened. In the process of picking him up, I hurt my back... Ugh...
A (age 9) and R (age 7) grow up so fast... I am barely keeping up. Time will tell what they think of me when they get older.
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