On Mother’s Day, my Instagram and Facebook feed was inundated with cutesy pictures of mother’s with their children with a sentimental message offering up their public declarative words as compensation for the sacrifices all mothers make for the sake of motherhood. The whole day as I scrolled, one after the other it was another picture, another statement. I would like to make a rough estimate that 85% of my feed was dedicated to this day.
Now, fast forward to Father’s Day. I spent the same amount of time online as I usually do. Casually scrolling through the mundane. But I noticed something striking. There was a significant drop in the volume of posts about a beloved father. I’d say on this particular Sunday about 10% of my somewhat narrow network posted something about their fathers.
Maybe they spent that day with their fathers and just didn’t post about it? You mean the generation that loves to share every detail of our lives in intimate detail on not-intimate platforms. I doubt it. But sure you can make that argument.
But I rather would attribute it to the declined presentation of dads in families. I hope that the bell curve is on the up and up. This drastic difference tore my broken heart a little bit more on this dreaded day for some. How those who are single sometimes dread Valentine’s day a “hallmark holiday”, sometimes that’s how it feels for the other side. The others who grew up fatherless. A hallmark holiday, one of appreciation for a certain audience- nonetheless, but a made up holiday that ones who do not fit in the mold of having the luxury of having a dad, dread.
I would love to see the day where this holiday is no longer dreaded by so many and that people would love to brag about their parents equally and loudly. I would love to see the day where even divorced parents didn’t necessarily create a hero and a villain. But even in the midst of broken covenants, severed relationships with children are a part of the equation.
“For me, a father was nothing more than a character in a fairy tale. I know fathers are not like dragons because fathers actually exist. I have seen them on television and sliding their arms around their wives in grocery stores, and I have seen them in the malls and in the coffee shops, but these were characters in other people’s stories. The sad thing is, as a kid, I wondered why I couldn’t have a dragon, but I never wondered why I didn’t have a father.”-Donald Miller, Father Fiction
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