Though my two daughters are all grown up, and one of them lives on the other side of the world, they never forget to make a fuss of me on Father's Day.
When they were in primary school, their mother would give them $5.00 to spend at the school's Father's Day stall. Not only was the stall a good fundraiser for the school, but it was a simple and easy way for the girls to buy me a gift for Father's Day. I would always say to them if the gift wasn't purchased at the Father's Day stall, then I didn't want a gift.
Over their younger years, I received some great gifts, usually sporting paraphernalia from my favourite football team, a coffee mug with "your the best dad ever" printed on it, or men's cologne. I didn't care what gift it was. After all, it wasn't the gift itself, but the gift of giving that was the most important.
I have written here about my girls before. If you have read my previous musings, then you will know that they are two of the most beautiful, caring, and resilient people I know. When I talk or write about them, I can't help but be very proud of who they have become, and what they have achieved.
The thing is, I don't need to wait until September each year to celebrate Father's Day. My girls are a constant in my life, and so for me, I get to have Father's Day every day.