Gone are the days of my toddler son's pudgy little fingers holding fat crayons making homemade Father's Day cards for my husband. Those chubby fingers have been replaced by long, lean-fingered tanned hands. Those hands now catch and throw footballs at daily morning high school football camp, work as a park district paddleboat attendant or caddy at the local country club.
Those fingers belong to my ambitious and generous son, who insisted on figuring out what to purchase for his VERY hard-to-buy-for father for tomorrow's holiday, Father's Day.
"I found an awesome-looking coffee mug that has its own stand that you can plug in to heat up - it holds a charge after a while so it's convenient AND it's guaranteed Dad will never have a cold cup of coffee. It's only 80 bucks - I've got it covered."
That does sound very cool, I told my son. BUT - I told him the truth. While my son is a "gadget guy" and loves unique, fun stuff, my husband scoffs at such things.
He is the kind of man that likes sports, simple things, and most of all, saving money.
If it's expensive, he won't want it. Truly.
Even when I ask him to fantasize about the sweetest car he could ever want, he resists and says "Why should I do that to myself? I won't have the money to afford something really expensive, so why waste my time thinking about that? I'm satisfied with what I have."
This is very practical - but it makes it extremely difficult to buy anything for someone who says they have everything they could ever need.
So, today when we headed out to get the goods for Father's Day, my son said "Beer. I'll get him his favorite beers."
I of course went with him to help make the selections - and actually make the purchase - although he was surprisingly familiar with several brands and his Dad's favorites. Hmmmm...
We ended up choosing Leinenkugel Summer Shandy, Newcastle Brown Ale and Fat Tire Amber Ale. We know these are favorites. My hubby already had a couple of cases of Yuengling on the pantry floor. This gift-stash would set him up for several weeks and certainly would give him a supply to share for when the neighborhood dads get together as they randomly do from time to time.
My son inisted that he use his own money that he earned from his jobs to pay for the gifts - which I thought was noble and admirable. He's not a spendthrift, but does enjoy nice things for himself and getting them for other people.
When we got home, my son realized the cold beer he'd purchased would easily be seen if he just stuck them in the fridge. His dad sees everything - honestly, the man has eagle eyes and doesn't miss a thing.
Contrasted to my own dear departed father, who many years ago walked by and chatted with us without noticing that we were frosting a cake with a big tie on it the morning of Father's Day. My dad was a man who truly DID NOT notice things - but you could buy him almost anything and he'd enthusiastically thank you for it!
But I digress.
Back to my son - he told me that he'd prefer to give his father his beer gift selections tonight (Saturday night) so that they could be properly stored in the refrigerator to remain chilled for his dad's enjoyment.
He was going to carry everything in himself from the car - so I said I'd take in the two six-packs - and I was warned "Don't let the bottles clink together! Dad'll hear it and ruin the surprise before I'm ready for him to see it!"
Upon entering the house with the goods, he spent a minute setting the two six-packs and the case on the kitchen table, being sure to put the smaller packs in front of the case so that everything was arranged nicely.
After calling his dear old dad in, I have to say, it was one of the few times that my husband was really happy and enthusiastic upon receiving a gift.
The reasons: 1. He knew my son was behind making careful selections for him, and had spent his own money. 2. It wasn't expensive - it was enough for a teen boy to shell out, but not an over-the-top amount. 3. He really liked all the brands selected - he was going to relax and enjoy these choices.
Many years ago, I made a photo album for my husband filled with lyrics to songs about being a dad and included pictures of our kids. One of the songs was "Beautiful Boy" by John Lennon.
In those days, our sunny son had light blond hair, round kissable cheekies and a darling toothless smile, and I included several pictures of him.
At the end of that song, steel drums are playing and the sound of the surf and children on a beach are
heard. Our son was too little to even walk on the beach when I made that album, but I imagined then that someday I would see my husband holding our little son's hand as they walked along the shore.
I did indeed see times like these, and many more.
This year we went on a cruise for a family wedding, and spent a day with family onshore at one of the port stops in Puerta Vallarta.
I watched as my son and husband rented a wave runner, and on their first foray out, my son was the driver with husband behind.
I know how tall my son is, but I held my breath for a second when I saw the 15-year-old boy who was now the same height (if not taller) than his dad control the wave runner, his darker blond hair blowing in the breeze, his reflective aviator glasses mirroring the waves as he scanned the area looking for water traffic before they pulled out to sea.
My son looked handsome, confident, capable.
What more could any father - or mother - want to see in their son? He is indeed a beautiful boy.
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