Monday, June 12, 2017

Memories on Father's Day

by Fran McNabb

With Father’s Day next weekend, I couldn’t let the opportunity pass without saying something about our dads.

I want to share a few memories I have of some special men in my life starting with my father. My
dad was from the generation where men left the housework and raising the children to the mother. He was a fisherman, a hard worker who shrimped at night and slept during the day, so my brother and I didn’t see him as much as we would’ve liked. On summer Sundays, however, he’d make sure the boat was clean and he would take the family and our friends out to the islands. Those days made up for all the tip-toeing around the house while he slept. I have wonderful memories of Dad and Mom sitting on his boat overseeing everything and getting the food ready (homemade fried chicken and potato salad) as the children swam and played.

I realized that all men did not leave the childrearing up to the mother alone. I spent many days with one of my aunts and uncle. It was here at their home that I realized men actually helped take care of the little ones. When he was home, my Uncle Jimmy helped with the everyday tasks of raising their children. I’m sure throughout the ages men have done that, but it never occurred to me until I watched my uncle. He’s no longer with us, but when I think about him today I think about those small moments between him and his children that probably went unnoticed to anyone else.

Today it takes two to raise children. My eldest son took on the responsibilities of helping with his one baby from the moment they brought him home. Both of my sons helped to raise their sons and helped around the house. Does it make men any less of a man to do things like change diapers, toss a ball to his son, or mop a floor or iron a shirt? Absolutely not. I think it makes a man more of a man.

And I can’t end this without mentioning my husband. Living with someone for almost forty-seven years and raising two sons together make for some wonderful memories, but it’s the memories of him spending time with our boys that bring me the most joy today. Maybe our sons learned from him because today all my men cook and press their clothes and help around the house. (Yes, I do iron as well. In fact, I love to iron.)

Happy Father’s Day to all the men in your life. If you have a special memory to share, I’d love for you to comment so we can all enjoy it.

FRAN MCNABB lives with her husband on a quiet harbor bayou along the Gulf Coast. She always says that her fictional heroes all have a little bit of her husband in them. Now she can say that since her sons are grown, they too have contributed to the heroic qualities in her novels. Check out her tender romances on her website www.FranMcNabb.com  or contact her at mcnabbf@bellsouth.net. She loves to hear from her readers. 

5 comments:

  1. Hi Fran--
    It sounds like you and your husband raised fine young men. I, too, am blessed with a husband who helped from day one with raising our babies. He also cooks occasionally and has always done some household chores. I think these tasks make him very sexy!
    Victoria--

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    1. Victoria, thanks for dropping in and, yes, we are lucky to have such great men in our lives.

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  2. Fran, my memories of my father are very much like yours. My dad was old-school, but loving in his own way. I remember when my brothers or I had a sore throat he would stop on his way home from work to get a Hershe bar for us. Not the most healthy thing I guess, but it was soothing to throats and good for the soul. Much as I love my dad and treasure my memories of him, I'm glad my husband is more hands-on with the kids and our sons have followed his example.

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    1. Sandy, it's nice to know others feel the same way about their fathers even though they were not the Mr. Moms of their generation. Thanks for dropping in.

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  3. My mother was crippled with arthritis in her twenties. I was born when she was almost forty. Daddy had to help with the older ones, but my older siblings filled the role for me. Considering he was a hard-working farmer (Memories of the Sharecropper's Family), I could see his care of the grandchildren in more of a similar role. The first time I left without our older daughter, he was the sitter. She had a BM--he handled with great grace: adding water to the bathtub, then swishing her back and forth!

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