Father’s Day
Written
by Kevin Chen
Father’s
Day is indeed a “Hallmark holiday”: a day for the Hallmark Company
and other companies to make profit from a seemingly innocent day of
fatherly love. Now Father’s Day is not a bad day, but it should be
celebrated every day. Everybody has a father, whether they like it
or not. In my case, I liked and still like it.
My father and I grew up
together, getting to know each other well, but not well enough. My
father went to China to start his own business, to pursue his
dreams, when I was still very young. For me, it was hard to take
in. At first, I thought it would not be too long and complicated;
my father will return permanently in a matter of years, right?
Wrong, he is still in China today.
Now
I would have been fine with this since he left to the coming
future, but issues and family events conjured up feelings for my
dad I never knew I could feel before. I truly missed his presence
at a time, and needed his fatherly wisdom. It was a tough time for
not only me, but my sister and mom.
It
was when my sister and I were in middle school, and middle school
is a place I would like to leave behind me. I wish my sister thinks
the same. The events unrolled almost effortlessly, and I could not
stop them. I ran to my father for wisdom, for knowledge, for help.
Countless minutes and days wasted over sad and tearful
conversations over the phone; I knew it was going to be my battle
to fight.
I
never really doubted my father’s unique sense of humor and wisdom.
He would always speak to his kids as if he were teaching us, albeit
sometimes it was uncomfortable for my sister and I and at times
mind numbingly boring. But he would always speak with purpose.
There were rare times he would say things as if to appeal to his
children and show his “young” side to us, as if he had a regretful
want to make up for his lost years with his children. I did not
know this during the nights over the phone, but now I see that he
has the same feelings of loss and affection towards his children as
we have had towards him.
My
father is very intelligent. Growing up in China, he went to the
prestigious Nanjing University from a pool of hundreds of children
in the county side of Ha me. And even though he is addressed as
doctor and owns his own company, I always have something to teach
him as his teaches me. The conversations we’ve had and will have
are always bright, thick, and unruly conversations. Sometimes we
would become so heated, and my mom would sit with us at lunch,
silently watching the sparks fly between my father and
me.
I learned a lot of small
morals, techniques, and his point of views on politics and science
and the world. But religion would be my forte.
As
my heavenly Father sends His spirit down on me, I feel as if I am
His messenger towards my earthly father. My dad does not look and
go through his day as if were religious, but God is always in the
back of his mind. Just recently, we had a conversation about God,
heaven, and evangelism. He wondered why, although he did not say
directly, why my mom keeps trying to get him to know the Lord. I
answered simply, “Because she loves you, and wants to spend
eternity with you”, not knowing that I would think the same
later.
As
did my dad make and is still making history, I feel as if he’s
doing me justice too. As I look back on my life and the melancholy
nights, I feel that he did the right thing, although he did not
know what he has done quite well yet. Not only has he set off
incredible situations that have shaped who I am, but he has
probably single handedly put me in God’s plan for me.
My
father, my Dad, did the right thing. He pursued his dreams and is
in the process of becoming a great man, but he has also set me up
for later success. I quote my father, “You will be more successful
than me someday, son. You have so much more potential than I did
when I was your age.” I don’t know if you remember yourself saying
it, Dad, but that’s how I took it. And as I am about to go to
college, and I will look at what you’ve done, Dad, and what my
heavenly Father says, " ... rejoice in our sufferings, because we
know that suffering produces perseverance, perseverance produces
character, and character produces
hope."
Dad, I thank you for the
suffering, even though that sounds out of place, but you truly have
shaped my life, and I’m enjoying it so far. I won’t give you any
special honor tomorrow, June 20, 2010, because every day you
deserve that honor.
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注:这是一篇我要求儿子写给父亲节的作文。孩子写得比较长,我摘录其中的片段,并作了简单的翻译。
父亲节的前几天,我对孩子们说:你们已经长大了,对于你们的父亲应该有自己的认识。希望你们写一篇关于父亲的文章,字数、题材和风格都没有限制。目的是想让孩子他爹了解到,这么多年的分离,他在孩子心目中真正的含义。
孩子他爹,远在大洋的彼岸,我们天各一方。我也遥祝你:节日快乐,父亲节快乐。