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Jewish World Review
June 18, 2010
/ 6 Tamuz 5770
Every Day is Fathers Day
Last week I wrote how so much of the time it seems that fathers are taken for granted, how Fathers Day gets much less attention than Mothers Day. Since that column came out I received some wonderful feedback from readers and some even sent me personal experiences with their own fathers as well as poetry and other writings about fathers. Although originally I didn't intend to devote another column to it, considering we are still so very close to Fathers Day 2010, I'd like to share with you a couple of the things readers have sent in about fathers. After all, what's so bad having another column saluting dear old dad?
When G0d Created Fathers by Erma Bombeck
When the good Lord was creating fathers, He started with a tall frame.
A female angel nearby said, "What kind of father is that? If you're going to make children so close to the ground, why have you put fathers up so high?
He won't be able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in bed without bending or even kiss a child without a lot of stooping.
And G0d smiled and said, "Yes, but if I make him child size, who would children have to look up to?"
And when God made a father's hands, they were large and sinewy.
The angel shook her head sadly and said, "Large hands are clumsy.
They can't manage diaper pins, small buttons, rubber bands on ponytails or even remove splinters caused by baseball bats."
And G0d smiled and said, "I know, but they're large enough to hold everything a small boy empties from his pockets at the end of a day, yet small enough to cup a child's face."
And then G0d molded long, slim legs and broad shoulders. The angel nearly had a heart attack.
"Boy, this is the end of the week, all right," she clucked.
"Do you realize you just made a father without a lap?
How is he going to pull a child close to him without the kid falling between his legs?"
And G0d smiled and said, "A mother needs a lap.
A father needs strong shoulders to pull a sled, balance a boy on a bicycle or hold a sleepy head on the way home from the circus."
G0d was in the middle of creating two of the largest feet anyone had ever seen when the angel could contain herself no longer.
"That's not fair. Do you honestly think those large boats are going to dig out of bed early in the morning when the baby cries?
Or walk through a small birthday party without crushing at least three of the guests?"
And G0d smiled and said, "They'll work.
You'll see. They'll support a small child who wants to ride a horse to Banbury Cross or scare off mice at the summer cabin or display shoes that will be a challenge to fill."
G0d worked throughout the night, giving the father few words but a firm, authoritative voice and eyes that saw everything but remained calm and tolerant. Finally, almost as an afterthought, He added tears.
Then He turned to the angel and said, "Now, are you satisfied that he can love as much as a mother?"
The angel shutteth up.
What Makes a Dad
G0d took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
He called it . .. Dad
You never said I'm leaving
You never said goodbye
You were gone before I knew it,
And only God knew why
A million times I needed you,
A million times I cried
If Love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died
In Life I loved you dearly
In death I love you still
In my heart you hold a place,
That no one could ever fill
It broke my heart to lose you,
But you didn't go alone
For part of me went with you,
The day God took you home.
Now wipe your eyes and go give your father a great big hug! If he's not with you anymore, say a little prayer of thanks to him.
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