What is a Dad?

Dads come in all shapes, colors, and sizes. Some dads have lots of money. Others don’t.  Some dads are quite handsome and energetic. Others are rather ordinary looking and a bit lethargic. Some dads like the outdoors. Others like to read, or watch television. Some dads make amazing things with their hands. Others don’t.

Every dad is different! The qualification for being a dad goes beyond being the physical father of a child. There are many men who are fathers but have never been a dad. A dad is a special title for a father who has graduated to the name “Dad”.

A dad is a person who takes you in his arm when you are born and has that special smile on his face that says: “I love you. You are God’s special gift to me.” He shows your photo to everybody he knows, because you are the most beautiful baby ever born.

When you get home from the hospital dad makes sure everything is ready at home.  He already has bought a sleeper for you of his favorite sports team.  He starts to dream of what you will be like as you grow up. He may avoid changing your diaper, or giving you a bath, but he is patiently waiting for the day when you can do fun things with him.

As you become a toddler, dad makes sure that you have the most important thing in life which is a ball. He teaches you what to do with the ball.  If you throw well, he sees you playing in the World Series. If you kick well, he sees you eventually playing in the World Cup.

When school begins, dad will tell you how important an education is.  He may even say: “You don’t want to grow up to be like me.” The funny thing is that if he is a true dad, you do want to grow up and be like him.  Dad sometimes embarrasses you when he cheers for you loudly at a soccer or a baseball game.  He means well, but you wish he would be a bit quieter with his cheering.

Dad may not only care for your physical, educational, financial, and emotional needs, but He may also teach you from the Word of God. Dad has found wisdom, guidance, and comfort from the Word of God, and he wants to share this aspect of his life with you.

In the teenage years, dad finds his role changing. You no longer look up to him as an expert in everything. Dad tries to adjust to this new role. He continues to tell you what is the best thing to do, but something has changed, and dad knows it.  He feels the pain of seeing you reject his wise counsel.  He may respond in anger, silence or in prayer.  In whatever way dad responds, he still loves you and longs to keep you from the pain of making bad decisions.

During the teenage years, dad is still willing to support you financially. Often, dad accepts the fact that you are not grateful. A dad’s love stays strong though you may not appreciate it during this stage of your life. Dad will love you no matter how many mistakes you make, because you are his child.

When dad says goodbye to you as you leave home as an adult.  It is a day of mixed emotions.  Dad is happy to see you able to make wise choices, but he will miss hearing his beloved child say: “Dad” every day. He will miss playing catch, riding bikes, the family vacations, and just those times of being together. Above all, dad will miss saying: “This is how you do it.”

As the years pass, and we become parents, we soon understand what being a dad is all about. When the time comes for us to say goodbye to dad, as he leaves this life. We think back upon all the things we wish we had said. We wish we could have one more day with him and say: “I love you” one last time. Now, we are left with our memories, photos and those famous words that we learned from dad that we now say to our children: “This is how you do it.”

Remembering Dad (Arthur T. Booth (1906-1993)

Dad and me (1957)
Dad and me (1957)

January 5th is a day that I never forget.  It is my Dad’s birthday.  Twenty years ago, I was leaving with my family to return to Portugal.  Dad and Mom were at the door of their house waving goodbye. Little did we know that this would be the last time, we would see Dad.  He would die later that year at eighty-seven years of age.

We don’t choose our Dad, but I am thankful for the Dad that God gave to me, because Dad was a very unique person.  His uniqueness was seen in many different ways.  Those who knew my Dad would say something to the effect: “There is only one Art Booth.”

Dad worked two jobs for most of his life and he didn’t really retire until he was eighty-four years old (three years before his death.)  He made sure that we as a family had everything we needed including a mother who could stay at home with the children.  Through all those years, I never heard Dad complain about working and taking care of us.

Dad may have been busy with work, but he had time to take me to all of my Little League Football games.  He also would take me to a nearby field and hit baseballs to me.   I can never forget the many times we went to see the Detroit Tigers play.  He especially liked to take us to the giveaway days, like Free Bat Day or Free Ball Day.

Dad also was never too busy to make us his “famous” pancakes on Sunday morning.  I still  remember the taste of his pancakes with Log Cabin syrup poured over them.  Dad also on occasion would make popcorn.  He didn’t believe in Jiffy Pop or a popcorn popper.  He made his popcorn in a saucepan. After finishing one batch, he would pour the contents on the kitchen table and we would fill our bowls.  This was a real treat.

Dad specialized in doing the little things that made others happy.  One year for Christmas, Dad looked all over Detroit for a football game that I wanted.  Later in life, when Sharon and I would come to the house, he always made sure there was Dr. Pepper in the fridge for Sharon.  Our daughter loved strawberries.  Dad made sure that there were fresh strawberries in the fridge.  He showed his love with deeds of kindness.

When I was studying in Seminary, Dad went to the trouble of buying me a 1970 Plymouth Fury III.  He drove it all the way down to Chattanooga, TN and then flew back to Detroit.   When the car was totaled (no fault of my own), he once again came down to Chattanooga with another big car.  This time it was a baby blue 1972 Chrysler Newport with a white vinyl top.  As you can tell, Dad loved big cars.

Our yearly family vacation with Dad was a great adventure.  Dad treated our vacations like “The Amazing Race.”  Dad would choose a destination and we would drive long distances each day to get to our destination.  After seeing what we came to see, Dad would say “It’s time to go.”  I think we might have spent two hours at the Grand Canyon.  For Dad, it wasn’t the destination, it was the driving to get there. Dad loved to drive.  Because of all those trips, Dad gave Wayne (my brother) and me a love for travel to this day.

Dad never was one to talk a lot about himself. He was a man of action who kept moving and kept busy.  If he wasn’t busy, he was napping or watching Big Time Wrestling.  I did learn a few things about him.  He ran track in high school, and he almost made the 1924 Olympic track team.  He managed an A&P for awhile.  He also knew and worked for Garwood of the racing boat fame. However, I never really knew my Dad.  I should have asked questions about his life, instead of living in my own world.  I missed out in learning some important family history as well as some local history of where I was raised in Highland Park, Michigan.

Dad never sat me down and had a deep conversation, but I did learn a lot of lessons by watching him. He taught me the importance of never getting into debt, as well as the need to work hard. I also learned generosity towards others.  He also taught me that if something needs to be fixed, duct tape is the answer.

Was my Dad a perfect dad? Of course not, but he loved his family. He provided everything
we needed. He also would go out of his way to meet many of our wants.  He also encouraged me to go out and fulfill my goals.  The Bible says: “I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.” (Psalm 139:14)  God’s plan for my life was to make Arthur Booth my father.  I thank God for the Dad that he gave me. Dad is greatly by all those who knew him.  He was one of kind!

Dad and Mom
Dad and Mom