Let’s get the potatoes out of your ears
Father’s Day this year is a pretty big deal to me. It will be the second Father’s Day that my brother and I will be spending with our dad since our parents decided to go through with their divorce. My parent’s divorce was three years in the making. Twenty-three years of marriage and two kids — I’d say they gave it their best shot.
This year is important to me because I don’t see him as much as I would like. My dad and I both work, and it seems like whenever one of us has a day off, the other one’s working late. We don’t have the luxury of seeing each other when we get home anymore, since I live with my mom. My brother is younger, so he sees him more than I do. I just want us to have an all-day happiness fest so we can do all the things we planned on doing before and never got a chance to. He wants to see a few movies — let’s go see two movies in one day! Why not, right? It’s his day.
I think I’ll cook dinner for everyone. My favorite recipe of all time is one I got from Ina Garten: Cornish game hens stuffed with corn bread stuffing. It’s to die for. For my dad’s birthday this year, I tried making lemon meringue pie. Let’s just say I think he only ate it because I made it. So this year, I’ll stick to things I know how to cook and bake. That will be my gift to him: a delicious homemade meal since he isn’t the cliché tie-receiving kind of dad.
When I was deciding on Father’s Day plans, a random memory of him popped into my head: my dad always the one to give my brother and I our baths and he would always say to us “Let’s get the potatoes out of your ears” when it was time to wash up. I was such a daddy’s girl. He’d take me to work with him all the time. We have tons of pictures of him and me playing around, and even taking naps together. I also remember clear as day drawing on my dad because he’d tell me to give him a new tattoo
I can’t say that our relationship is the same today. I’m not that little girl anymore and I think sometimes he forgets that. He’ll go down memory lane all the time, telling stories of us or something funny I did as a kid. Most of the things I remember as a kid consist of me dressing up my brother and making him play Barbie dolls with me.
Actually, I just had a great gift idea! Maybe I’ll make him a scrapbook of all the pictures of my brother and me. He obviously doesn’t live with us anymore, so it will be like a little piece of home. I’m so glad I sat down to write this, because I never would’ve thought of that!
So that is my plan: to make this Father’s Day the best day it can be so my dad feels special. I want him to know that just because he and my mom are going through some pretty rough stuff doesn’t change how we see him and that we still — always — will love him.