Father’s Day can be shared every day
At the end of every present-opening session of a birthday party or Christmas celebration as a child, I can distinctly remember my grandfather letting me know I spoiled I was.
All the Game Boys, action figures, model trains, comic books and Tamagotchis added up over the years and were slowly stored in the attic never to be seen or heard from again.
For a time, I knew I was spoiled. I always received every item on my wish lists as my parents made sure all the holidays were special for myself and my younger brother. We were always appreciative for the boxes and bows that encompassed the gifts and always thanked mom and dad for spending their hard-earned money on gifts that would, mostly, be forgotten 20 years later.
Though some treasures have stood the test of time. In fact, as the years go by, these prizes mean more than that Razor Scooter did in 1999.
As much as I don’t want to accept it, I’m an adult now (though my wife of nine months may suggest otherwise). The gifts from my parents have decreased in shape, size and (I hope) monetary value as I am in my late-20s, but they have still given me a wealth of gratuity that will last a lifetime.
They have bestowed so much love, compassion, support, respect and loyalty which hasn’t cost a dime. They’ve molded me into the man I am today and the father I will become in the future.
It’s especially important on this Father’s Day to acknowledge what all my parents have done for me over the years. And, yes, mom had her day last month, but I feel the teamwork between husband and wife enhances their ability to be the best mother and father they can be.
Before my first Christmas memories and prior to my first birthday party, I was spoiled in the fact that Rick Peaslee and Kathy (Boggess) Peaslee each came from hard-working, faith-based families. Those values, forged in the back country of North Central West Virginia, were carried over to their own kids in the suburban lifestyle of Youngstown, Ohio.
I was fortunate to be raised in a two-parent home. I was just as lucky to be raised in a house that received a daily newspaper.
Little did I know early on, but every moment that my mother would read the local section and each time my dad picked up the sports page, they were influencing my future career.
I have been in the newspaper industry for nine years now, dating back to my time at The Daily Athenaeum, the college newspaper of West Virginia University.
Picking up the material that is “black and white and read all over” fascinated me. I actually read all the stories and marvelled at the pictures and layout design of the section. I still do that today. Not only do I take great pride in the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times, I read daily newspapers from all over the country. A quick look at my desk, here, in the newsroom and I see a Charlotte Observer, New York Daily News, Cincinnati Enquirer, Altoona Mirror, Pittsburgh Post-Gazette and Bradenton Herald.
I collect all these from my travels. And I save them.
I’m a total nerd, thanks to my parents.
They encouraged me to follow my dreams and pursue my passion. Yes, they suggested I go to college for a more affluent career, like dentistry, physical therapy, engineering or underwater basket-weaving (I’m sure those guys pull in six figures a year. That takes extreme skill).
Yet, my parents have been more proud of the fact that I went to school for journalism, and have been working in my desired field for the past five years.
They are the ones, now, who actually read all my stories and marvel at the pictures I take and and the layouts I design.
It’s because of my parents, again, that I take great pride in my work.
This Father’s Day, I have a new parents to celebrate with.
My father-in-law and mother-in-law are cut from the same cloth as my parents. My wife, Erin, can attest to just about everything I have written above, in her own words, through her own experiences with her parents.
My family has grown, but the morals will always remain the same.
It doesn’t take a birthday, Christmas or Father’s Day to give the perfect gift. When family comes first, the endless bounty overflows each day.
With proper love, compassion, support, respect and loyalty, everyone is spoiled.
(Peaslee is a sports writer for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times. He can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org and followed on Twitter at @thempeas)