Happy Father’s Day, Dad

When I was in high school my sister was already married and my mom traveled a lot with her job. I can’t remember which shift my dad was on during these years – it seems like usually he worked the 7am-3pm – that must be right because he’d then get home about the same time I would from school. On Fridays we’d go to Braum’s and share a banana split together.

That time was special, yes because I loved that ice cream, but more because of the time with Dad. I don’t recall any really deep conversations or solved world problems, we just spent the time together. I’m sure he’d ask me how school was going and I probably asked him to explain, “Just exactly what do you do again?” one more time. I probably told him school was fine, but that my English teacher wasn’t fair to anyone who wasn’t a cheerleader and he probably told me he screwed things into big round things and had a peanut butter and honey sandwich for lunch. I have no idea what we said. I just remember that he wanted to spend the time with me. And I ate that up right along with the cherries he so willingly sacrificed for me.

I went to college at Oklahoma State, 90 minutes away from home. We had a Braum’s in Stillwater, but the ice cream didn’t taste quite as good. I would occasionally drive home on a Friday afternoon in time to ask Dad if he’d like to share a banana split with me.

When I was thinking about that this week, I toyed with the idea of actually going home this weekend and taking Dad out for ice cream. I wish I could have done it. There are no Braum’s in St. Louis and I’ve never been interested in ordering banana splits anywhere else, nor with anyone else.

Dad, I love you. Your investment in me made a difference. I remember. My kids will too. Thanks for being such a good Papa to my girls.

E4 and Papa Playing Checkers


7 thoughts on “Happy Father’s Day, Dad

  1. Need A Nap2 says:

    Very very sweet story. I think I craved that dedicated regular time spent together growing up.
    (Two moves ago) We used to eat at Braum’s occasionally but often bought milk there – we loved their “tastes like 2% but it’s really skim” milk! 🙂


  2. ashley says:

    i think you and i had the same english teacher! poo on her! i think she is STILL THERE!!!! eek! love your post. poor st. louis…no braums? how sad. blessings!


  3. Jennifer says:

    What a great time with your dad. It does stink that we don’t have Braum’s here doesn’t it. In fact, I remember going to Braum’s growing up in Kansas and getting ice cream with my dad. That or cherry limeades.


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