There are a bunch of arbitrary holidays, and Parental days I consider foremost among those.
That’s not to say I don’t appreciate my parents. I think I do. I hope they know that, because I certainly tell them often enough.
But the idea that I “have” to honour them a specific day, or in a specific way… never really jived with me. I’m weird, I know. It’s a little like Valentine’s Day or Family Day or whatever. I hope I never need the reminder of when I am supposed to appreciate people who matter to me.
It might happen someday, I honestly hope not, but who knows.
Anyway, I called my dad, and we chatted for a little while. It’s only been a week or so since I visited him (he lives about an drive hour away, and I am currently sans-car, so I can’t visit as often as I’d like), but it’s still nice to catch up.
Happy Father’s Day to any of you out there who celebrate! As for me, I think I’m going to spend what’s left of the day writing!
Hope everyone out there is staying safe and healthy!