10 Reasons Why Dads Are Pretty Cool Dudes

10 Reasons Why Dads Are Pretty Cool Dudes

We all love our dads no matter how many times they repeat the same corny joke
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Father's Day is today. Probably one of the best days of the year to celebrate the one's you love, besides Mother's Day and Christmas. Today is a celebration of the other half of the dynamic duo who raised us, or in some cases the only dynamic. Nonetheless, fathers are some of the coolest people around (hence why they get their own day). In honor of all the fathers, including my own, here are some reasons why dads are such cool dudes.

1. They give us cool trends

From the dad shirts to the dad hats, dads have such a distinct yet intriguing style that we all love. Certain outfits you've seen your dad wear you automatically classify as the "dad look." The classic baseball caps all dads seem to wear have made a comeback into recent fashion. I've come to love it so much I've taken one of my dad's hats to add to my collection (which is continuously climbing).

2. They let us try semi-dangerous stuff

I know that if it were my mom, she would not have let me try to use a lawnmower at age 7, but since it was with my dad it was totally acceptable. Father's are known to have "dangerous" fun, but not dangerous enough for you to actually get hurt. It's only enough danger to have your mom screaming her head off about not letting her baby get hurt or damaged in any way. Dads teach us how to use tools and nail stuff into wood, which is kind of dangerous, but fun.

3. The best babysitters

When dad babysits everything is fantastic. You get to jump off things--in my case the top bunk--and do other exciting things like play outside and run around. Basically get into any mischief with your siblings as long as you don't completely injure yourself. The awesome thing about dads is that they never really see anything wrong with anything really.

4. Bring out your competitive side

Dads teach their kids how to fight for the number one spot, even if that means getting your hands dirty. I mean what dad doesn't want their kid to be the best in sports, school, etc.

I don't think I would have such a love and appreciation for the English language if it wasn't for my dad. From third grade up until seventh grade, I competed in Spelling Bees. I did everything I needed to do to make my father proud for all the hard work we had done to get me into each competition. The competitive drive continued throughout these years and even got me on TV a few times. So thanks, dad.

5. Watching sports = bonding time

Watching sports is a time where your dad gets to tell you all these confusing terms on Saturdays and Sundays that you don't understand at first, but as the years go by it gets a little less confusing. (give it like 10 years...maybe 15)

Watching sports is a pastime for my siblings and my dad. Especially when it's basketball season, we all crowd around the TV while my dad gets to act like he's the coach for four quarters.

6. They're fortune tellers

I'm convinced dads can tell the future. Sometimes they may say things like "You'll change your mind. You probably won't want to do that." Give it a few days and they're right?! Kind of weird, but you have to love them for foreseeing the future.

7."Where's Mom?"

You can usually get your dad to say yes to just about anything, especially if you're the youngest sibling.So whenever your mom says no to something, you can usually get away with it by going to ask your dad.. unless they say "have you asked your mom yet. What did she say?"

8. The hate/love relationship with Dad Jokes

Any child can relate to this. The dad jokes. They make us cringe, but sometimes we laugh anyways because they're so ridiculous.

9. Never Let's You Win

Dads are naturally competitive. Sometimes they let you win in life and sometimes they don't. When you're younger, they go easy on you; they don't want to hurt your feelings. However, as you get older it just gets worse. They start getting really competitive and you start wondering where all the hidden talent was 10 years ago.

But, you really weren't surprised because you got the competitive nature from him anyways so it was expected at some point.

10. Dad will always be Dad

No matter what, even when you've gone to college, your Dad will still always be there to support you, love you, and always keep it 100.


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I Wish I Could Remember You More, Mom

I carry you with me; I carry you in my heart.
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It has been fourteen years since I lost you, Mom.

Fourteen years since I have heard your voice, seen you smile, or told you I love you.

There are some days I wish I could remember more. I wish I could remember what music you listened to, your morning routine, or your touch. It would be so easy to remember if I could press rewind and replay those one more time.

I was eleven years old when you were taken from me, yet it doesn’t seem like I was that young. Sometimes I get so angry for not remembering the small things. I will never know what your biggest dreams were growing up, how you became so passionate about art, or what your favorite song was. I will always wonder what your favorite childhood memory was, what you loved to cook, or what your biggest adventure was.

It has always been the little things I want back.

I don't remember every detail about you, but I am blessed to say I remember enough.

Because what I do remember, is vivid enough.

While I complained and whined about going to swim practice, you still managed to attend all my practices and meets in pain, barely able to walk.

While you and dad broke the news to me, you fought back your tears.

And while I was in denial and ignored the pain, you conquered it full on.

I keep these memories close in my heart. These might not be the best moments, but they are some of the most powerful memories on replay.

Sometimes I feel guilty, Mom. I should have been more loving. I should have done more for you. I should have appreciated more. I was just a careless little girl. I'm so sorry.

The night before you past, Dad told me your time was coming soon. We weren't very strong, Mom. It was the first time I saw Dad cry.

He told me to say goodbye, but I didn't want to. I tried my best to get out of it. I told him it wouldn't happen.

Not today, not tomorrow, and not in three years.

That night I told you I loved you, you told me you loved me back.

I heard many voices the next morning. Grandma referred to you in past tense as "the youngest one." Right then and there, I knew my goodbye was real. I hid under my covers Mom, hiding as best as I could. I did everything to avoid walking through my closed bedroom door. I will never forger the reality that hit me when Dad walked through that door.

That night was the last night we spoke Mom, the last time I saw you alive.

While there is so much I wish I could remember, I will never regret nor forget the time I said I love you one last time.

I will never rewind and say this was something I should have done.

I hope one day we will meet again, Mom.

Until then, I carry you with me; I carry you in my heart.


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To My Dearest Future Daughter, From Your Mom At 19

Even though I don't plan on having children for at least 10 years, there are some things I want my future daughter to know.
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Dear Evangeline, or Sloan, or maybe Honor:

Hi. This is honestly pretty surreal. Me as a mom? I imagine reading this back when I find out I’m pregnant, or the day you come into this world. I’ll probably think some of the things I’ve said here are stupid. What was 19-year-old-me thinking?

Right now I’m a college student just over halfway to my degree. I have no boyfriend or credit score, and my biggest concern is finding a date for formal. The only things I can cook are eggs and toast.

Right now I’m about as far away from being a mother as one could be. Stability and domesticity are antonyms for the hectic, whirlwind of my life at college. I survive on Mean Bean Monsters and ramen, and the only routine I have is for my skin, and even that is pretty loose. Last night I went to bed at 5 a.m. I wasn’t even studying, I was just rewatching "Captian America."

If I had a kid right now I’d lose my mind, and likely the baby.

My life has always been like this, unpredictable and adventurous and exciting, and I hope it’ll be like this for some time. I want to travel to far away places and tell peoples’ story as a journalist.

While I couldn’t imagine having a kid now, or in five years, or 10, I know at some point I’ll change my mind, and then you’ll come into the world and change everything.

That being said, I don’t imagine I will live out of a suitcase forever. One day, hopefully, I’m going to fall in love and get a house and have a kid. You.

Who do I want you to be? Who do I want to be when I have you? What do I want our relationship to be like?

If you and I are anything like me and my mom, we’re going to fight, a lot, but we’ll also form a bond so strong and amazing there would be nothing to tear it down. We’ll be each others’ secret keepers, best friends, and support systems.

My mom has sacrificed everything and has dedicated her existence to my brother and me. She has fought for us and worked endlessly to craft us into good, loving people. If I can be half of the mother my mom is, then I’ll have succeeded.

My mom taught me to be honest and hardworking, to also put God and family above all else. She raised me to be strong and passionate, to stand firm in the face of adversity and make my mark on the world. I want to teach you to do the same.

I want to raise my children to be smart, and strong, and ambitious, and independent, but most of all kind. There’s a lot of darkness and hate in this world, but I want to teach you to always seek out the light, and if you can’t find it, be it. Give to others and live as God intended, loving even those who hate you.

I’m going to teach you so much cool stuff as well. I’m going to help you learn to paint, ride horses, and read. There will be so many amazing works of art I’ll show you. One day, I’ll take you to the places I’ve traveled to, just like my dad and grandfather took me to places they’ve been. We’ll walk through the cathedrals of Europe I was mesmerized by and climb the mountains I explored as a child.

Then we’ll go on new adventures and make our own memories. I want you to see and do everything this world has to offer. I want you to experience life in a thousand people’s shoes so that you can reflect and grow your own existence.

I know it sounds like there are a million expectations already for you, but you’ll have all the help in the world to become an amazing woman and leader. You’ll not only have me but your entire family behind you.

You’re going to be loved infinitely. There will be no wrong you could commit that will take away that love. Your father and I (whoever he shall be) will give our lives to you. Your grandparents will be mesmerized by you. I can already see my mom dressing you up in frilly outfits that I’ll roll my eyes at but secretly love. Your grandfather will teach you to fish and to hit a baseball, just like he taught me.

You’re going to face hard times, but I’ll be there. If you’re anything like me you’ll break seemingly every bone in your body (twice). You’re going to eat lunch alone. A boy will break your heart. You’re not going to get the job. It’s going to feel awful and you’ll feel absolutely alone. I know, because I’ve been there. When you feel like that I’ll wipe your tears and tell you about the horror years of middle school, and that if I could survive, so can you. I’ll help you egg a guy’s car too.

I won’t say I’m going to be perfect. I’m going to make mistakes. Sometimes I’ll be unfair and angry. I might be too chaotic when all you want is stability. I’ll oversleep and miss your ballet lesson. I’ll let you dress yourself for picture day and then in 10 years you’ll hate me for it.

I’m not going to be the picture-perfect mom who wears Lululemon and plays tennis. I can’t bake homemade cookies. I have tattoos and I’ll probably go through a crisis and dye my hair bright red (again). There’s no question — I’ll disappoint you.

Despite what flaws I have and will have, I’ll try my best. Life is an adventure and we’ll journey together. I’ve got a lot of learning and living to do before you’re born. I’ll tell you all about it when we meet.

See you in 10 years (at least),

Mom

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