Father's Day
Yesterday, Sunday, was Father's Day in Finland (and Sweden). My first as a father.
It's funny, my family has never really celebrated Mother's Day or Father's Day in any special way. Sure, I would draw something at school, hide it around for a couple of days and then bring it out on the Special Day. But the rest of the Sunday we would just do what we always did: go for a drive, eat hamburgers at Carrols, go to a hockey game or watch TV together. That's what we did.
Two of my (father) friends called me today, and both actually asked me how Father's Day had been. And I told them that it had been cool and that I had got a drawing from Hannes.
I found it on my laptop in the morning. See, Hannes wakes up kinda early, at around 6.30 or something, and I usually go up with him, after he's got his morning bottle, so that Jessica can sleep in a litt´le bit. Hannes and I get up and
check the NHL scores. It takes Hannes about 20 minutes to really wake up, so he thinks it's nice to sit on the sofa, in Dad's lap, but let me tell you, when I then put him down, he hits the ground running. Pretty much literally.
So, we got up, checked the scores and played a little in the living room. Then we came to the kitchen, and I found the drawing. "Have a good Father's Day, ät-täh," it said. I gave Hannes a kiss on the cheek and handed the "Piano Animal" to him. He started to play the piano and dance, I sat down at the table and watched him wiggle his diapers.
At 8, Jessica got up, as usual, and the three of us had breakfast, as usual. And inthe afternoon I went for a walk with Hannes, we played, went out to dinner together and ate hamburgers, and then watched some hockey on TV.
So, sorry if you misunderstood in the beginning when I said that we haven't celebrated Father's Day. I didn't mean that in a bad way, or that I would be unhappy. No, no, I am a very, very lucky man. I have Father's Day every day.
