Think of your dad.
Whenever I need a little bit of inspiration to mix things up and make them more fun for my son Theo, I think about what my dad, Howie, would do. Here are some childhood memories that I hope capture his totally youthful, thoughtful, creative energy which has only grown since he became a grandpa two years ago.
- On Sundays, when we were very little, he became The Rock. No, not that rock—a rock made entirely of newspaper. He'd let my sister and I cover him from head-to-toe with the entire contents of the Sunday Times and we'd circle him a hundred times. If we got too close, which we inevitably did, he'd reach out and tickle us. So simple, and yet I still remember it all these years later.
- He's a retired high school physics and chemistry teacher (he still tutors and mentors), so he frequently used everyday situations to teach us lessons, but not in a preachy way; he made them fun and delicious, like he'd cut our pancakes and waffles into octagons, hexagons, and trapezoids rather than plain old squares.
- He'd write me letters almost daily at sleep-away camp addressed to "I Miss Nina Myers," and he always included either a stick of Juicy Fruit gum or a small wildflower.
Now he shares the same special bond with my son Theo, who calls him Pi/Pie. Theo says things like, "Where's my Pi?" when he misses my dad. I can't think of a more fitting name for someone who's equally smart as he is sweet. He's also an amazing photographer, as exhibited below.
Happy Father's Day!