Fatherhood is upon me.
As most of you know, my wife, Chase, and I are expecting our first child in early August.
Sunday will be my final Father’s Day without goofy cards and a day of relaxation.
Okay, I might be fibbing about the relaxing part — or so I’ve been told and so I’ve witnessed.
When I told my Dad a few weeks ago to keep his Father’s Day weekend available, his initial response was ‘What house project are we doing that weekend?’
Luckily, the original plan was to be sitting at the Friendly Confines of Wrigley Field today, but instead I’ve bought much better and cheaper tickets to watch our Cubs in Cincinnati in a couple of weeks.
There will be no work this weekend, but if there was — I can assure my Dad wouldn’t have complained a bit. This heat would have been a perfect time to re-roof my house right, Jeff?
Let me tell you about my Dad and his work ethic. But don’t let me leave out the most important part and that’s the Godly example he has set for myself and my sisters as a parent. An example that I hope to model and reach for as a father myself.
Dari-Licious is one of my favorite spots in Crawfordsville. It also happens to be one of the few food options on the eastside of Crawfordsville. Yes, they have many great things other ice cream cones and cherry Cokes.
One day when I was probably only 7 or 8 years old, my Dad and I stopped for lunch at DL on a Saturday. I ordered a bbq sandwich, and quickly discovered it’s not what I wanted. Graciously, my Dad, who ordered a cheese steak, traded me sandwiches. That’s a moment I think of all the time.
My Dad had a daughter at 17. He was divorced in his early 20s before re-marrying my mom in 1993.
No college degree and a single dad of two girls living in a house trailer. He could have just mailed it in.
But he didn’t.
Enter his work ethic.
My Dad left Fleetwood in the mid 1990s and entered residential construction work. And he’s worked his tail off.
My Dad worked every spare weeknight and Saturday to give me and my sisters all the ‘wants.’ Vacations, cars, college tuition, that all came from his extra work.
But by no means was my Dad an absent father. He never missed a ball game or a track meet. And certainly never missed church.
My Dad is the hardest working man I know, but he’s also the best man I’ve ever met.
And there’s no doubt that’s God.
There are many Christians who lead by example and do God’s work. I encounter them every day, but there are certain attributes that sets my Dad apart from most.
And it all comes back to his work ethic and patience.
He will do anything for anybody, and if those people change their mind, he will gladly do it again.
I’ve moved so many times in the last 10 years, I’d have to mow my Dad’s yard every week the rest of his life to ever repay him for the moving and home repairs he’s done for me.
A couple of weeks ago we worked on finish building a fence at Chase and I’s new house. We had been at it since 7 a.m. and when we were frustrated while building a fire pit, I was ready to quit and give up. Not my Dad, as we finished it with the flashlights from our phones.
As the day draws near when I’ll be a father, I have to thank my Dad for everything.
I hope I can be half the Dad you’ve been.
You’ve set the ultimate precedent as a Father, a man of God, and a best friend.
You’ve shown me what it takes to love my family and work hard to provide for them.
And for that I’ll forever be grateful.
Jared McMurry was born and raised in Montgomery County and is the Sports Editor of the Journal Review. He can be reached by email at email@example.com and by phone at 765-918-8656. Follow him on Twitter @jaredmac26