Today is bittersweet as my own father has been gone for almost fourteen years. But, this day reminds me of the great men that have influenced me, supported my dreams, and accepted me for me. That is a tall order as I am complicated, stubborn, and a twisted ray of sunshine wrapped in a black cloud.

My Dad was kind and patient, but he was human. The greatest lesson that he taught me was owning my actions. It took a while for that particular message to resonate, but once it did, it became a habit. One that has been passed to my own boys. People don’t remember what you say, they only remember what you do. He wasn’t perfect, but he was a perfect father figure for me.

Brian’s temperament is similar to my father’s. Trust me, I had to marry someone that could keep up with my brand of crazy. Despite all of the obstacles that have fallen in his path, he continues to be a role model for his children. He shows his human side often. Admitting mistakes, owning his part, and doing it differently. That is a tremendous gratitude.

While I don’t buy into these commercial holidays that create unrealistic expectations, I do acknowledge that on days like this, I become reflective. Realizing that I am so fortunate to have many pivotal male role models in my life. Even though my own father isn’t physically present, he has permanent residence in my heart. I hear his voice when I am struggling. He is still very much a catalyst in perusing my goals. And I know, that despite our temporary separation, he is still my biggest cheerleader.