Even though I’ve been away for two Father’s Day, it still feels weird for me. I’m blessed that we have the technology, such as Face Time, to where it still feels like I’m present for things like Father’s Day. This year will be especially nice, because I’ll be in Texas for Father’s Day.

I owe a lot to my dad. He’s taught me a lot over the years, such as plumbing like replacing a toilet, to other repairs, such as replacing an entire fence and various car repairs. While I may have complained and thrown in some snide remarks, like “why don’t you just pay a repairman,” “Why do I have to learn things like this” and of course my signature and favorite response, “Why can’t this wait, until after I eat?” I’m grateful for the opportunity, because I know those life opportunities will serve me well as I continue to progress through adulthood. 

My dad and I always bonded through sporting events and Boy Scouts. He always employed tough love during camping trips. If I forgot something essential like a sleeping pad, or in some cases a warmer jacket in the winter. (I had a jacket, just was a windbreaker). I recall one instance, when I was camping in the winter and it was eight degrees outside and I was the senior leader on the camping trip. I had forgotten a sleeping pad and his response was, “Well guess next time, you won’t pack five minutes before you’re supposed to leave.” Not to worry though, the restrooms at the campsite were heated, so I used my head and held any important meetings and gatherings in the heated bathrooms, to compensate for my lack of proper equipment. (I would later get roasted for that when I had my Eagle Scout Court of Honor).

Now we have bowling, because I joined leagues here and I told him just the other day that I was going to beat him in bowling when I visit. He bowled in the 260’s a few months ago, so that’ll probably come back and haunt me. 

I can only remember one instance where my dad got really heated at me. It was the middle of summer and I was out mowing the lawn. I ran over a sprinkler head and tried to blame it on the neighbors. We laugh about it now, but at the time, I wasn’t thrilled that I had to dig down to the sprinkler line and replace the head. 

It’s hard to say which parent was tougher on me growing up. Both my mom and dad were equally tough on certain things and now that I’m 26, I know that they just wanted me to be the best that I could be. They were giving me the tools that I needed to succeed in whatever I do in life. I’m who I am today, because of how I was raised and just watching how hard they worked.

I love driving around throughout the County and seeing all the interaction between not just dads and their kids, but parents and other adult figures interacting with kids. 

Now that we’re in the summer months and with hunting season right around the corner, a lot of children may be picking up their bow for the first time, or learning to shoot a rifle. These are special moments in a child’s life  and things like this are a real blessing, that maybe a lot of people don’t get to experience. 

Don’t take anything for granted and enjoy every moment you have with your children. 

I can’t wait to become a father one day and instill upon my son or daughter, what my dad has taught me throughout the years and even carry out some of the traditions that my dad and I had, like camping trips and sports games. I’ll make sure to teach my children how not to run over a sprinkler head. 

 

— Michael Acosta

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