father's day

Tradition has it that every June 16 of every year, the Father’s Day is celebrated.  It is a period when fatherhood is feted, when his contribution not only to his family but society is honored.  Father’s Day was inaugurated in USA in the early 20th century to complement Mother’s Day in celebrating paternal bonds and male parenting.


Historically, Father’s Day was founded in Washington at the YMCA in 1910 by Sonora Smart Dodd, who was born in Arkansas.  Its first celebration was in Spokane YMCA on June 19, 1910.  Her father, the Civil War veteran William Jackson Smart, was a single parent who raised his six children there.  After hearing a sermon about Jarvis’ Mother Day in 1909, she told her pastor that fathers should have a similar holiday honoring them.  Although she initially suggested June 5, her father’s birthday, the pastors did not have enough time to prepare their sermons and the celebration was deferred to the third Sunday of June.  Hence, June 16 of every year thereafter.


There is a similar event in Japan but limited to boys and girls only.  Individual birthday celebration in Japan is not observed.  A day every year is determined as the common day when all boys and in another day, when all girls, celebrate their birthdays collectively.  Something akin to Father’s Day, or Mother’s Day for that matter.


At this time, all of us, children and adult alike, wanted to reminisce those days and times we relate to our elders.  As I was growing older, I used to shun the way my father would raise his voice.  I tried to be his opposite.  He was the center and the light of every party.  I was the reverse; I stay outside the loop and never attended a gathering.  When I finally became an adult and my father became a shadow of his former self, too weak to be at the limelight, I was forced to get into the middle.  In time, the attribute I used to hate in my father became a trademark in my profession.


As time passed by, I even overshot fatherhood.  I became a father several times over.  I never became a good husband, I would even venture to say that I am a lousy lover, but I always try my best to be a good progenitor.  I am foremost an artist, a craftsman, a scientist, a traveler and never a parent.  But the universe gifted me with an understanding family and a batch of exceptional children.  Most of all, I was blest with an outstanding array of influential cast headed by my parents.


With that as background, I wish to express through my acts in public service, an unsullied competence that is only a reflection of what my father used to impress on me in my formative years.  If only for this, it is even an understatement to greet my old man, whichever part of heaven he may be, a Happy Father’s Day!


About vjtesoro

A perpetual student of Corrections

Posted on June 8, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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