I have often heard those around me debating which is more valuable, a Daddy or a Father. It seems that many believe they are two different people. Some believe that anyone can be a Father but that it takes someone special to be a Daddy. Some make it known that the paternal holiday is called “Fathers Day’ and not “Daddy’s Day”. I find myself in amazement that the discussion even exists. Is there really a difference between a Father and a Daddy and if so what could it possibly be?

Those who say that anyone can be a Father are referring to the fact that most any man can father a child and therefore become a Father by title. However, others define a Father quite differently. For them the Father they honor on Fathers Day is the man who works hard to support them everyday. He is the one who sets the rules and enforces them as well. The Father becomes a person that is not often seen. His dedication to ensuring his family is cared for causes him to work many hours. He is often tired and may spend little quality time with his children. His devotion may come with a sacrifice and he only hopes his family will understand one day.

Then there is the Daddy. For many this is the outgoing Dad who somehow makes the time to spend with his children. He takes them on trips and is there for all the important activities in their life. He enjoys all of their sporting events and watches them in all the school plays. He is eager to get involved in their lives and is always readily approachable for any problem or need. He seems to be the Daddy who genuinely cares and loves his children. Actually, I see things from a different point of view.

These two men are one and the same. Perhaps circumstances have led them to approach their roles of fatherhood differently but both are Daddy’s as well. They are both the Father and the Dad. Dad is a term we use affectionately but all of them are really our Fathers first and foremost. Different paths in life allow our Fathers to spend more or less time with us. It does not mean that they love us any less or any more. Good Fathers have to do what they think is best for their children.

This Fathers Day keep in your mind and heart the true description of a Father is not what anyone writes in book or says in a famous movie. The true description is what you feel in your very own heart. This Fathers Day honor your Father for being the best Father and Daddy he could be.

Coyrights (C) 2011 PoemVidz.com

As a small child I wanted to be like my Mother. I wanted to dress like her, wear my hair like her and wear the same makeup. Although my Mother is a beautiful woman it has always been her beaming personality that has won over friends and family a like. Her ability to bring a smile to your face even at the darkest hour was amazing. Her compassion for everyone has made her a legend in her circle of life. Mothers Day was always special times for us. As a child my gift to her was a heart colored on a folded piece of paper. Homemade gifts from the heart that always seem to win her over. Those were happy days and then I grew up or at least I thought I had.

As a teenager my attitude changed towards my Mother. It was not intentional but all of the sudden I wanted to be me. I wanted to wear my own clothing and set myself apart from her. I wanted my independence, my freedom to explore life and what it held for me. I found it harder to make time to share with my Mother. Even Mothers Day seemed to cut into my personal life. My Mother never gave up on trying to communicate with me. She continued to make every effort to reach me, to attempt to understand what I was feeling. On way too many occasions I pushed her away. I ended up running off and marrying a man that did not meet my family’s approval. The bond seemed strained to the point of no repair. I was wrong.

I went through those years thinking my Mother was against me. She was not. My Mother continued to reach out to me. We came together again on a beautiful Mothers Day. I was pregnant with my first child who would be my first Daughter. It suddenly occurred to me how unreasonable I had been through those dark years. I apologized deeply and sincerely to my Mother on that Mothers Day many years ago. Her love and compassion for me never faltered. All of the sudden I wanted to be like my Mother all over again. Over the years our bond has strengthened and the moments that we share are no longer taken for granted. Mothers Day has become a holiday that we set a side for each other. It is our day and we always make the best of it. The bond between this Mother and Daughter is unbreakable and will continue to shine on Mothers Day.