Reader Discretion Advised: The following story is true. The names may have been changed to protect the innocent. If you feel you are acquainted with the players, please keep this information to yourself so as not to spoil it for other readers who might have enjoyed thinking it was their own family. Some of it may, or may not, be written in first person just because this writer likes to keep things interesting. Happy Father’s Day!
Sunday church with three boys is exhausting, exasperating and simply draining. Getting them ready for Sunday School would be a big enough job: prying each one out of bed over and over again, breakfast three different times, foraging for lost socks, shoes or even underwear (clean underwear), and separating them from each other when their sleepy attitudes turn to in-your-face fist-fights…this is Sunday morning.
We had TWO Sunday services each week; one at 10 a.m. and the other at 7 p.m. This made for a very long day for parents that were youth pastors with many responsibilities. To say our stress level was high would be an understatement.
Now, our three boys were not angels. Blond hair, blue eyes and smiles that would melt even the grouchiest heart, they were still all boy, through and through. They liked to wrestle, they loved sports and they lived to antagonize each other. In this particular story their ages were approximately 12, 6 and 1 1/2.
It had been another long day, but a good day, in the house of worship. We had about a 20 minute drive home and it wasn’t unusual to stop sometimes at a fast food restaurant for a snack and drink for their ride back. It was winter and I opted for hot chocolate, The Sweetheart got his usual Dr. Pepper and the boys each had a French fry and drink to themselves. They were taking turns feeding The Baby little bites.
Then it began. I don’t remember what the squabble was about, I just remember it wouldn’t stop. Whining, picking, poking, telling on each other, taking someone’s toy, grabbing someone’s French fry, and it went on and on. I had turned around in the van and spoken pretty stern to them but it started right back up again. We were all tired, stressed and “over it”.
Then it happened. The Sweetheart (affectionately coined because of his gentle nature and heart of goodness) jerked the van over to the side of the road and put it in park. I had flashbacks to my childhood of trips to Florida with four stair-step Brady Bunch look-alikes (or wanna-be’s) in the back seat and floorboard of the car. My dad would stop the car along the road, halfway through the Great Smoky Mountains, and say, “If you don’t stop it, I’m gonna turn this car around right now and we’re going back home!”
Yeah, sure you are! But back then gas wasn’t approaching $6/gallon…he might have done it!
The Sweetheart jumped out of the van and the bickering came to a halt. He grabbed the sliding door handle and threw it open so hard I thought it would go flying behind us. It became deathly silent inside the vehicle and little blue eyes were wider than dinner plates. This father, who was crazy about his boys and had the patience of Job (okay, I’m stretching that last part, he was a NORMAL dad) was grabbing French fries and child-size Cokes and pitching them over his head as fast as he could go. Bags, wrappers, entire drinks untouched were taking a trip down the grassy knoll faster than a speeding bullet.
I don’t remember hearing anything from Son #1 or, amazingly, from Son #2. I do remember The Baby in his innocent, sweet dutch-y, not-quite-2-yet voice squeak out, “My Fwee Fwies, my Fwee Fwies!”
I was holding on to my hot chocolate for dear life.
Silence.
Complete Silence.
The Sweetheart returned to his driver’s seat, there was a slight whimper from the child car seat but no vocal sounds of any kind coming from two that had lived longer on the earth.
Reminiscent of the three Taylor boys of Tim the Toolman, these three hesitated to repeat that story for several years unless they were sharing with a trusted neighbor over the fence, but once they were out on their own it was free game, just like everything else.
The Sweetheart? He is a great sport, hey, he didn’t throw out the kids, just French fries! He actually did feel bad about the littering and returned to the scene of the crime, unbeknown to the rest of us, and picked up the actual trash. He’s cool like that. (Disclaimer #2: The following picture is about eight years old, perfect for this story, and the subjects may or may not be related to the actual events that took place many years earlier.)
On this Father’s Day, almost 30 years later, we want this dad to know we wouldn’t trade memories like that for anything. He gave selflessly, loved big and worked long hours to provide for his boys and their home and a lesson was taught that day that the boys wouldn’t soon forget and it was much louder, and more effective, than being grounded, sent to your room or a swat on the behind.
This is a weekend set aside to let our dads know how much we appreciate them and all they have sacrificed for us. For being there, for loving, giving and especially for listening. You are blessed if you had a dad in this category.
But what if you didn’t have a dad like that? What if your story is completely different and your childhood was abusive or your dad just didn’t care, didn’t take the time? Maybe he was distinctly absent from your life altogether. Perhaps you don’t even know his name.
And days on the calendar set aside to honor someone that you just don’t feel like honoring are, well, simply hard.
If you don’t have a father figure in your life like that, and this is a difficult weekend for you, know that your Heavenly Father can be all of those things to you and more. The 23rd Psalm says it best when it declares, “The Lord is my Shepherd…I have all I need.”
Jesus can heal the hurt and confusion from your childhood and replace it with His peace and joy.
And, if you are a dad yourself? You do NOT have to repeat the pattern that was walked before you but you can give your own children a different life, a better upbringing than what you had by patterning your life after Jesus Christ.
If you dread Father’s Day because of infertility, my heart goes out to you.
Just like Mother’s Day, this day set aside in June to honor dads is especially trying for those who want to be parents but have not been able to enjoy that blessing as of yet. It is easy to tell you to be a father to a child who needs one, become a Big Brother or involve yourself in activities in your church or community. Those are definitely all good things to do and will enrich your life in so many ways.
But this weekend, it is just hard. It is hard to understand the “why’s” and to answer the questions in the back of your mind. Did you know that God hasn’t forgotten you and your wife? That yes, there are some families who never receive the answer to this prayer that they truly desire. Those are things we may never understand, but God does and He is able to heal that broken heart and replace that emptiness with a joy that can only come from knowing the Savior. I pray you and the one you love find that healing today.
If your father is no longer living, my sincere condolences in your tremendous loss. May your heart and mind be flooded with memories that remind you of him and his love for you.
Thank you to the all of the dads out there that are being DAD. As the saying goes, anyone can be a father but it takes someone special to be a dad.
Go be DAD to your kids and try your best not to throw FWEE FWIES out on the highway.
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Fathers have a lot of stress and pressure upon them don’t they? And you made a good point about how our relationship with our earthly father affects our relationship with our Heavenly Father. Blessings. ♥
Thanks Floyd! I told the French Fry man you were with him on this one, lol. Blessings.
Thank you, always enjoy your visit and planning on getting that Sour Cream Apple Cake recipe!! Blessings!
Thank you so much for visiting! So sorry I am behind in responding. Appreciate the interaction. ♥
I’m so very blessed that I had a father who loved us and loved the Lord. He wasn’t always a fun-loving, laughing kind of guy, but I forgive him for that. 🙂 My heart goes out to those who never got to experience a good earthly father. Feeling so protected by mine gave me a leg-up in learning how to trust Father God.
Awesome story! Glad I didn’t miss it! And excellent lesson on how God can use our past to change our future. Well done, sister. Tell the fresh fry thrower I’m on his side!
Just fantastic, I so enjoyed reading this and I really appreciate that last few paragraphs. You have really touched on the point there for those not in the same situation. Thanks for sharing at Good Morning Mondays. I am so glad that you are back home and writing weekly. Blessings
I love that he came back to pick up the litter! Great story, certainly had me smiling 🙂
Betsy, so all fathers were alike huh? Yeah, they sure were. I am glad it stirred some memories. Blessings for visiting! ♥
You are right there, Hazel. Typical family with BOYS.Thank you for hosting Tell me a Story ♥
Oh I am so glad you thought it was funny. I always make my husband read them and see if he chuckles or smiles…if he does then I figure maybe someone else will enjoy it too. The picture was just perfect wasn’t it? I couldn’t remember exactly what they were SUPPOSED to be doing but for some reason they decided to STUFF Dad in the back. It was great. Boys will always be boys ♥
Thank you Sharon, don’t we all have our stories about family car trips?? I would love to hear yours!! And I am so happy about your affirmation…my heart went out to you! I just returned from the dentist today…another crown 🙁 Don’t have the $$ for this one, just paid off my bill too. That’s the way it goes. ♥
Thank you for visiting Cindy and for Amaze Me Mondays!
Thank you Beth for visiting and encouraging. God bless!
Ha, I made it huh? That sounds like it went viral, lol. Thank you for the sweet words ♥
Loved reading the every day life encompassed in this! I appreciate your insight looking back over the years. I too recently wrote a father’s day post from the viewpoint of forgiveness on father’s day. It’s such a loaded day for many people, a mixed bag so to say and it can be difficult to hold both the good and the growing about others at the same time.
Hey Nannette … well, the picture said it all, and the words were the icing on the cake! I really like that you addressed how hard these kind of holidays can be for those who’ve had bad experiences {or no experiences} with fathers or mothers along the way. It is a loss, a great grief, a wounding, for sure.
Thankfully, our Heavenly Father is a Healer. I’m with you. My heart goes out to those who find these special days painful …
I almost snorted coffee out of my nose. That looks like a life full of blessing right there and I bet you could spin many a funny yarn for us with that crew. Thank you for sharing, dads are wonderful things aren’t they?
Great story and so fun to read. I know we were supposed to learn from your message but you have a great way of telling a story to keep us hooked so we read until the end. I am blessed to still have my 94 year old dad and he is the most gentle man I know but there were some car trip stories that I could share too with my four brothers and I. Thank you for the Father’s Day tribute.
Nanette, this does bring back memories! My dad would just slow the car down, and that was enough to get all of us to be quiet and put on our poker faces! Thanks for making me smile today!
Telling this story with a straight face made me smile. Sounds like a typical family with 3 boys to me. We only had one boy and two girls, but my friend had 3 boys. She learned to turn off her sounds when they had their arguments in the back seat. I know Dad did the right thing and the lesson learned was so much better taught with this method at that time than the swat they probably deserved. Thank you for sharing your delightful story with us here at Tell me a Story.
You had me laughing the whole way through the french fry story. And the picture afterwards was too cute! What a great family you have and you what a sweet post you wrote about your husband. Thank you for the fun read!
Blessings,
Carrie
Oh my goodness, I am so laughing out loud at this! I had two boys, and some of those back-seat bickering sessions were ridiculous! The whole visual of your hubby, though, cracked me up. I may never look at Fwee Fwies the same way again.
Then, I loved the words you had to say to those whose Father’s Day may not have been a happy time. When our hearts are empty or hurt, for any number of reasons, our heavenly Father is more than enough.
GOD BLESS!
(By the way, your comment on my *dental* post last week made it to my blog post today. It was an uncanny affirmation of a message that God gave me yesterday!)
Loved this!
Thanks so much for sharing at AMAZE ME MONDAY!
Blessings,
Cindy
Thank you so much for sharing this delightful post…many blessings to you and your sweet family ❤️
Oh, dear friend! This is HILARIOUS!! I had to read it aloud to my son and sister-in-law, and we all just roared. SO funny! Such happy, sweet memories. Thank you ever so much for sharing!! Happy Fathers Day to your sweet husband!
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