Words for Grads, Words for Dads

Seasonally, the month of June is a “stormy” month.

This is not to say that the 30 days of June are climatically defined by rainstorms, hailstorms, thunderstorms or–Lord, have mercy!–snowstorms.

Rather, the month of June serves as a temporal stage for storms of celebrations–celebrations of graduations as well as celebrations of fatherhood.

Storms of nature can swoosh through geographic regions without much human notice.  Likewise, storms of celebrations–be they celebrations of graduations or of fatherhood–can swoosh through our mental calendars without our paying much notice…to those who are being celebrated.

Let’s pause and take notice of the people for whom the storms of celebrations are raging.

Let’s honor the grads and the dads within our families and our family of faith.

 

Words for Grads

Dear graduates:

Wow!  You have done so much.

And you have so much that you may be.  Wow.

In this time of celebration of you, may you recall and be guided by essential truths expressed in the words below:

The value of time;

The success of perseverance;

The pleasure of working;

The dignity of simplicity;

The worth of character;

The improvement of talent;

The influence of example;

The obligation of duty;

The wisdom of economy;

The virtue of patience;

The joy of originating;

The power of kindness.

 

 

Words for Dads

Dear dads and father-figures:

Wow!  You have done so much.

And you have so much that you may be.  Wow.

In this time of celebration of you, may you recall and be guided by essential truths encased in the story below:

Early one evening, a man came home from a stressful and stress-filled day at work.

The man was father to four children.

That evening, the man wanted nothing more than to sit in his favorite chair in the living room–alone and uninterrupted–and to read the day’s newspaper.

The man settled himself into the blue, upholstered chair known as “Dad’s Chair.”  He opened up the newspaper.

Within a minute, one son approached him.  He looked tentative.

“Dad, I hear the ice cream truck coming.  May I please have some money for an ice cream cone?” asked the son.

The man put down the newspaper.  He reached into his pocket, and he pulled out the necessary coins.

“Here you go, son,” said the man.

“Thanks, Dad!” said the boy.  Now assured, the son ran off.

The man picked up the newspaper.

Another minute passed.  A daughter came running to him.  She looked upset.

“Daddy, I fell out of the tree house and hurt my knee.  Mommy washed it and bandaged it.  Will you please kiss it and make it feel better?”

The man put down the newspaper.  He leaned over and gently kissed the bandaged knee.

“Thanks, Daddy!” said the girl.  Now smiling, the daughter scampered off.

The man picked up the newspaper.

Another minute passed.  An older son walked over to him.  He looked frustrated.

“Dad, I’m confused on this calculus problem.  Will you please help me figure it out?” asked the son.

The man put down the newspaper.  He looked at the page in the calculus textbook with his son.

Together they reconstructed the problem.  With his father’s guidance, the son reached a solution.

“Thanks, Dad!” said the teenaged boy.  Now relaxed, the older son walked off.

The man picked up the newspaper.

Another minute passed.  The youngest child–a daughter–burst into the room.

“Daddy!” shouted the little girl.

The man put down the newspaper.

“What do you want?” asked the man.  He looked exasperated.

“Oh, Daddy.  I don’t want anything.  I just want to sit in your lap,” said the youngest child.

Fatherhood is time-consuming…and, yet, time-less.

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Beside you in the journey of faith,

Rev. Barbara