Renaissance Dad: Neckties and Old Spice
So, it’s time for Father’s Day!
(Queue the crickets . . .)
Let’s face it, unless you own stock in Sharper Image, Father’s Day rates just between Arbor Day and National Toast Appreciation Week on the sliding scale of anticipated holidays.
I don’t mean to sound whiney (which is man-talk for “I’m about to be whiney”), but it’s hard not to notice a certain . . . disparity . . . between the two parental holidays.
Let’s take a look at the inequality of gifts, just as one example when it comes to these two celebratory events.
- Fresh flowers
- A nice card
- Breakfast in bed
- A thoughtful gift
- Brunch at a fancy restaurant
- A tie
Now, I will admit that those gift lists probably represent fair compensation for the amount of effort that each parent actually provides in producing said child, but that’s a topic for another day.
Still, children begin planning Mother’s Day weeks in advance, making gifts in school, arguing over flowers, debating which is Mom’s favorite restaurant, calculating the square footage of the kitchen to ensure that there’s enough pancake mix to cover every possible inch.
Seriously, my daughter can start with a 50lb bag of pancake mix and produce exactly three silver-dollar pancakes. While, at the same time, losing three ladles, a toaster, and the cat in the process.
The same children, however, wake up on Father’s Day morning asking, “Are we still doing that?”
You see, motherhood is a lifelong sacrifice, and Moms are often better at many necessary parenting skills, like educating, nurturing, protecting, remembering the exact number of children they have . . . and so on.
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