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My Own Father’s Day Celebration

By Sandra Tamez

I am not convinced about the idea of having a special day to celebrate certain occasions. I feel that, whatever the motive, it has become more a marketing celebration to sell something, rather than to reflect over, think and internalize what is behind it.

I have been spending the past few days thinking about Father’s Day, reflecting about my own past and about my own dad. I never took the time, since he passed, to analyze all this and find out why I should even write an article about him.

Besides writing, I recently found I have another passion since moving to the U.S., which is the passion to teach.

Destiny, life and my own dad’s abandoned dreams took me to this land where, at least until now, I have been spending many wonderful years teaching languages to a bunch of little ones. At the beginning, I was so scared to teach children. I asked myself, “Who are those strange tiny little creatures that I have to guide and lead?”

During the last six years, I have had the privilege, joy and chance to enjoy hundreds of smiles, looks and laughs – even fights, drama, screams and tears. Daily, I have witnessed the magical transformation of those tender, pure beings around me, watching me, challenging me, learning.

Even though I was already a mom when I ended up as a teacher of children, I never valued before the fact of being a role model, leader and, sometimes, a hero of all those young souls, as I do now.

I am at least 50 percent my father, not just in physical appearance or genes, but also in attitudes and manners, how my dad faced his own life and about how I stand up every day facing my own existence.

Thinking about parenthood lately made me look back on the experience I had with my dad as his daughter, about all the sacrifices, wise choices and mistakes that my father made throughout our history together. Of course, he was not perfect – no one is. That is, in fact, what I have discovered life is about – the aim of each one’s existence to improve oneself. It is about facing fears and overcoming them, controlling and defeating them – not just ours, but also those our mother or father didn’t conquer.

Then, we discover that we are all one and one IS all.

To celebrate fatherhood is not just a matter of purchasing a gift and wrapping it nicely, or taking your dad out to have lunch or dinner, or even just calling him on a specific date. To celebrate fatherhood is a matter of being proud about the 50 percent or more of what I am.

To celebrate my own personal Father’s Day with or without him – physically speaking – I celebrate the part of him that I became when I was created and sharing how he shaped me with everybody around me, every single day.


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