It’s Father’s Day. I would be remiss if I didn’t take time today to share some thankful thoughts about dads.
Dads are amazing.
Without dads in my life, my education would be incomplete. There would be huge gaps in what I know. The lessons I learned at the hands of dads make me a better mom.
My dad taught me to spit.
Not a little dribble down the chin or a discreet “lady spit” into a tissue. Nope, those wouldn’t do. My dad took the time to teach me how to spit a watermelon seed across the yard. He taught me to make that spit fly several feet out the car window instead of landing somewhere on the car.
Hey, I was eight. It was a big deal.
As a mom, I’m blessed that there are manly men in own children’s lives that took time to teach them the manly art of spitting. My husband (their dad) handles that department. But — because my own dad taught me all about spitting long ago, I’m an appreciative audience. I can tell you…