-for Chris and Tim
My greatest joy has been
watching the two of you grow
from little boys to men
I admire and respect.
I’d like to take credit
for the men you've become,
but there's someone who
deserves it more.
Your dad—
worked twelve-hour days
six days a week
at a job he didn’t love,
but it paid the bills.
Every night he'd come home tired and dirty,
ask us about our day,
then take a quick shower
while I started dinner.
Within minutes
I'd see him playing
with his two small sons
racing Match-box cars
across the living room floor.
Dinner was always laced with laughter.
Your dad would get it going
telling some funny story about work or
poking gentle fun at one of us.
We laughed more than we chewed.
Sundays, he was behind the wheel
taking us on long drives--
back country roads to get homemade ice cream,
through the mountains to see autumn trees, or just
cruising through neighborhoods to see Christmas lights.
Your dad--
coached your Little League games,
helped with scout meetings,
and cheered you on
at karate competitions.
When you graduated from high school
college, grad school—
He was there.
He may not have said it, but
he was so proud of you.
Your dad--
taught you to drive,
helped you get your first car,
made your friends feel welcome,
and danced at your wedding.
He couldn’t buy you
everything he wanted to.
So he gave you
everything he had.
It's no wonder
you turned out so well, and
I should have told you long ago
how thankful I am
he's your dad.
“You don't raise heroes, you raise sons. And if you treat them like sons, they'll turn out to be heroes, even if it's just in your own eyes.” ― Walter M. Schirra, Sr.