To the father of my children, Paul,
Not only because it is Father’s day, but because I do not always tell you enough just how much I appreciate you, and Father’s day is a perfect opportunity to say it.
Thank you for splitting up this parenting gig – for always giving your fair share when it comes to raising our girls.
Thank you for taxiing our kiddos around to all their extracurricular activities when I have a work conflict – even if the girls are usually already over said activity by the third practice.
Thank you for the million cans of green beans you have opened and tons of cucumbers you have peeled to ensure that our girls are at least eating a vegetable (since those are about the only two that they actually will eat).
Thank you for tagging in during the times when I have reached my wits’ end and for tagging out during the times when you have. We consistently hold that balance.
Thank you for discussing and aligning when it comes to next steps or big decisions in our girls’ lives. Or even when it comes to little decisions – because those matter just as much.
Thank you for disciplining our babies when they step out of line and continuing to instill in them the very traits that we have decided were important in raising kids – and adjusting and flexing as those change along the way.
Thank you for praising them when they come home with a great report card or overcome an obstacle that they had been worried about. It is impossible to not see the pride that they hold because of your approval.
Thank you for sharing in being the voice of reason when Maylie gets way too worked up over something small or Reagan wants to hang on something completely dangerous. Both seem to happen just as frequently.
Thank you for your special cuddle time in front of the TV with the girls passing on your unusual taste in shows and diving into some of their crazy videos with them. While it may seem like an easy task, the girls really enjoy their time snuggled up with you.
Thank you for getting the snacks for Maylie’s t-ball game that then got rained out, then getting the snacks again for the make-up game that also got rained out.
And let’s not forget, thank you for all the diapers changed, butts wiped, spit-up worn, bottles made and toddler tantrums dealt with from years ago. And let’s also take a second to thank God that we made it past those stages – at least for the most part — they do like to throw in a random fit from time to time.
Thank you for all the times you have stepped up when I have had to work late – for never missing a beat on evenings that I am later than normal and just handling it.
And thank you for just being a dad – never once have you had to “watch” your kids. Always, they have been just been a part of what you do – they feel that.
Thank you for putting up with all the chaos of all the extra kiddos always around (and you know I always love having all the extra kiddos around), and yet pulling our girls in and providing a safe space when they need a break from it all. As you know, I am and have always been a go go go type of person and sometimes forget to allow them time to stop and rest. You remind me to stop and provide that for them in so many ways.
Regardless of where we may be on this journey of life and parenting, thank you for being the best teammate when it comes to our babies – who always come first. It’s never a competition; it is always what is best for the two little humans that we brought into this world and making sure that their world is steady and full of opportunities to live, grow and love.
Speaking of love, thank you for all of the love that you pour into our babies. One second around you guys together and it is completely obvious that they have a daddy who is constantly present, inside the weeds of all the little things and loves them unconditionally.
So not just today, but especially today, I hope you know just how very much I appreciate your part in our children’s lives. Your impact on their day-to-day growth and the shaping of their futures does not at all go unnoticed. For real, you are killing it at this dad gig – and because of it, your babies – our babies – truly are getting to live their best lives.
Happy Father’s day, Paul. Thank you.
Sarah (Pitson) Shrader was born and raised in Lima. She is a Lima Central Catholic and Tiffin University graduate. Sarah is a full-time working mama who enjoys writing about her somewhat crazy, always adventurous life as a mother. She lives in Bath Township with her daughters and writing inspirations, Maylie and Reagan.