That Father’s Day is more like National Donut Day and less like Thanksgiving is a given; all holidays are made-up, but some are more made-up than others.
Since becoming a father, Father’s Day has felt like an oddity.
Firstly, my children are too young to understand (and, therefore, to care) about the nominal meaning of the day. Thus, I have an oddball holiday where the theoretical celebrants are M.I.A.
Secondly—and maybe more controversially—do we have to keep celebrating our own parents?
I mean, I love my dad, and appreciate all that he’s done for me. But it’s not as though “father” remains a part-time job for him. We talk every week or so, and he’ll offer advice when requested (and even sometimes when not), but it’s nothing like changing diapers, watching over bath-time, and making pancakes that no one eats.
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Taylor Coe 