by Jon Jordan on 06/19/11 at 11:05 AM ET
Happy Father’s Day to all my fellow dads out there.
Waking up this morning to my two boys climbing all over me and giving me homemade Father’s Day cards (and a new pair of sunglasses, which I will try to spare from suffering the same fate as my last good shades, which now reside permanently at the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico) was a happy and simple start to a nice little day we all have planned together.
In a moment, I’ll call my old man, who has always been my biggest influence in life and, as part of that, in hockey, to wish him a nice day. It’s “Pop-Pop” Jordan’s fault, you see, that I got as crazy about our sport as I did as a kid, despite being down here in Florida from age 7 on. My morning knee hockey games with my oldest boy in our play room already remind me of shooting pucks in the driveway with my dad, who even braved manning the pipes on occasion, at a time when I had no idea where any given shot might go (and a few, as I recall, rang off the ol’ “Jason” mask Dad wore, with few complaints…)
That sort of thing goes unappreciated at the time. Later in life, it makes its mark.
After this posts, when my almost 3-year-old talks to his grandfather on the phone and the pride from the other end comes through, I’ll try my best to understand what that means - but will only truly get it, if I am so lucky, many years down the road when I’m at the other end of such a call.
For now, I’ll soak in my two boys today as we venture out for some sun and fun. I know what they mean to me - and there’s just no describing being a dad, other than to say it’s far better than I ever could have imagined and, without a doubt, the most rewarding hat of the many I wear.
And I know what my own father has always meant to me, again, in life and in hockey.
Whether it was taking pucks off the noggin in the driveway (in 90 degree heat at times, no less), banging on the glass during my games, scrapping it out in the stands alongside me once upon a time (yep, that happened over a decade ago - wasn’t our fault, swear!), any of the old stories and life lessons shared or even the occasional “sit-down”, it was always appreciated - if only in hindsight.
Dads are special.
And days like this are as well (and it’s only 9 am!)
Enjoy it, everyone.
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