Cultured Views

Dad’s come in all shapes and sizes, from all different social, religious and economic backgrounds.

They are half the reason we exist. They make us feel safe and secure. They make us feel loved. To most of us females, Dad was the first man we ever loved, and to some of us, the only man we can really ever rely on. Dads are big or small or fat or thin. Some Dads are hairy, some are not. Some Dads are tall, some are not. Some Dads are bald, some are not.

Dads protect us – they should. Dads love us – of course they do. Some Dads go to work, some stay at home. Some Dads cook, others cannot. Dads work in banks, offices, shops; they drive trucks, trains, planes, taxis; they mow the grass and fix the car. Some can fix the computor, most cannot.

Dads tuck us into bed and read us stories at night. They stay until we fall asleep. Dad likes his usual place on the sofa, his favourite TV show and his favourite shirt. Some Dads tell bad jokes, some think they can sing; can’t they be so embarrassing at times?.

Some Dads wear suits or jeans and t-shirts, some wear socks and sandals. Some Dads dance, some, fortunately, do not. Dads cry when they walk their daughter down the aisle at her wedding. If they don’t they nearly choke on the lump in their throat. He is giving his little girl away to some other man afterall, Dad looked after her so that young guy damn well better!.

Dads love their sons, their little boys. Though they may never say so. Some Dads kiss, some don’t. Most Dads hug, some don’t.  Some Dads are tough, some are easy. Dads worry.

Dads love Mummy.

It only takes some DNA  to make a ‘father’.

It takes a lifetime of love, sacrifice, devotion, blood, sweat and tears to be a ‘Dad’.

But the difference is huge.

To all Dads everywhere today, this is your day, have a happy one!.

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