Parenthood

Not All Heroes Wear Capes (Father’s Day)

I woke up to breakfast in bed, featuring fresh eggs of course, and 3 kids crawling all over me. And they played me the song Not All Heroes Wear Capes by Owl City! Here’s a great song for all the uncaped hero-dads out there.

What makes dads heroes is not their skills, successes, flawless character, or avoiding mistakes. What sets good dads apart from the rest is that, while flawed and always falling short, they keep showing up and giving what they got. Even on the bad days, when they’re empty and feel like they have nothing left in the tank to give, they show up anyways.

Our children aren’t keeping score and measuring our performance. They don’t just want our advice, our wisdom, our provision, our protection. They want us. Our attention. Our loving gaze. I’m writing this from one of my many routine retreats into solitude. I crave alone time, peaceful writing and reading time. (I’m a FIVE for those who know the Enneagram.) I have to work hard to show up, to be fully present, to be playful, and I have a long way to go. But I’m gonna keep trying. I’m gonna keep showing up.

The big question dads face on Father’s Day is: Do I claim a day for myself and ask my wife and kids to let me watch the final round of the U. S. Open at Torrey Pines? Or do I enjoy time with the little rascals who made me a dad, who run me ragged sometimes, but who rock my world and make my cup runneth over? It’s an open question…but I encourage all dads to relax, cut themselves some slack, but keep showing up.

Enjoy this song!

NOT ALL HEROES WEAR CAPES (Owl City)

He doesn’t fight crime
Or wear a cape
He doesn’t read minds
Or levitate
But every time my world needs saving
He’s my Superman
Some folks don’t believe in heroes
‘Cause they haven’t met my dad

He loves his workshop
And rock ‘n roll
He’s got a hot rod
And a heart of gold
And you could say he’s a man of few words
But he talks a lot within
And even though I’m a little taller
I still look up to him

He built me a house in the arms of a tree
He taught me to drive and to fight and to dream
When he looks in my eyes I hope he can see that
My dad’s a hero to me

Rust ridden fenders
And doors full of dings
Somehow he can fix about anything
I didn’t think he knew how to cry
‘Til our dog died that year
He doesn’t always say I love you
But I can hear him loud and clear

He built me a house in the arms of a tree
He taught me to drive and to fight and to dream
When he looks in my eyes I hope he can see
That my dad’s a hero to me

My dad’s a hero to me

My dad’s a hero to me

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