Mrs. John B. Dodd, of Washington, first proposed the idea of a “father’s day” in 1909. Mrs. Dodd wanted a special day to honor her father, William Smart. William Smart, a Civil War veteran, was widowed when his wife (Mrs. Dodd’s mother) died in childbirth with their sixth child. Times were harder in the past and there were many men, who like smart were left to raise a newborn and how many other children they may have had.
It was after Mrs. Dodd became an adult that she realized the strength and selflessness her father had shown in raising his children as a single parent. It sometimes takes us a lifetime to learn what Mrs. Dodd did about her dad.
I know through the years my father has played an important part of my life along with my mother.
He has supported me through thick and thin. Whenever I needed advise from somebody older he gave it in a way that allowed me to be myself. In doing this he made me stronger.
For all of you that see me as hard-headed, he is the one who taught me that too. My dad has a strong sense of right and wrong. This has kept me going here at the Nation.
Here’s a little story I came across and had a chuckle over. I thought I would share it with you. P.S. Don’t forget to wish your dad a Happy Fathers Day!
When God Created Fathers
By Erma Bombeck
When the good Lord was creating fathers, He started with a tall frame. And 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 God 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.
And the angel shook her head sadly and said, “Do You know what You’re doing? Large hands are clumsy. They can’t manage diaper pins, small buttons, rubber bands on pony tails or even remove splinters caused by baseball bats.”
God 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.”
Then God 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?”
God 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.”
God 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 God 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.”
God worked throughout the night, giving the father few words, but a firm authoritative voice; eyes that see everything, but remain 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?”
And the angel shutteth up!
