I don’t usually write columns, but I just finished celebrating Father’s Day, and my sons are two kids that I am proud of and love. I want to write about my children.
They are scattered across this planet now. Travis is in Lamar, Colo., serving in the fire department, and Colin is happily married to his wife Jaze and serves in the U.S. Air Force in Okinawa, Japan.
I would like to say that our time was special and every night was a great Brady Bunch moment, but like many other dads I got divorced and had to work a lot, a whole lot, to support them.
I’m not complaining, I was proud to do it, and did everything I could to keep them fed and give them various things they wanted when they were growing up.
I didn’t have a lot of strict rules when they grew up; I taught them about respect, compassion for people and those who know me realize that whatever humor they have they got from me. We looked at ourselves as the Three Amigos, us against the entire world.
What do I get from my kids? What I got was unconditional love that can’t be measured by any standard.
After I got divorced, it was my children who got me through those days. It was the little things they did like Colin telling me that if we were the same age, I would be his best friend or Travis asking me to come to his mom’s house because he had a bad day and if I picked him up it would be all better. That meant something to me since most of my week was spent hearing about what a crumb I was by my ex-wife and her attorney.
Being a parent did have its share of challenges; like when Colin decided to stop getting his hair cut or his desire to be the next rap master of the universe. I am not knocking rap; it just isn’t my thing, especially at 1 a.m. after a long day. When Travis totaled his Cadillac, I left work and went to his side. Was I worried about his car? No, I was frightened for him and whether he was OK. When Travis dropped a plate full of dinner my current wife cooked in the garbage and said; “Hey Jan, it's garbage, and that’s where it belongs,” I took the heat and explained to him that type of action is a bad idea.
This Father’s Day was special. They called me, sent me Facebook messages and told me that someday they want to be a dad like me. Now they ask me if I am taking my blood pressure medication and whether I am checking my blood sugar regularly because of my diabetes. Travis was 5 when I developed Type 1 diabetes, and he and his brother held hands. Colin was 3, and walked up to my doctor and told him to fix me so I can continue being their dad. I’m not sure when they became the parents, but I find it funny when they check on me.
My wife and I are by ourselves again, and when I walk through the door, I get tons of affection, just like my kids give me. We always tell each other that we love each other. I wouldn’t trade being a dad for anything in the world.
Chris Frost is the managing editor of The Sealy News. He can be reached at (979) 885-3562 or at email@example.com.