Hello-hello! Happy Father’s Day! Well, actually, I doubt many fathers are reading this, so, um, children, do something nice for your dad today. (:
Last month I decided to do my Mother’s Day post solo; today, Father’s Day, I have the honor of writing with Anna and Joelle! This blog collaboration is different from my last collab, where we posted each other’s pieces as well as our own.
We have each decided to pick a song, and write a note to/about our fathers based on it.
I chose Not All Heroes Wear Capes by Owl City. (Spotify link: here.) Not All Heroes Wear Capes by Owl City (of Adam Young) has been a classic for Father’s Day in my family for years. My family’s been a big fan of Owl City for most of my life. It’s only fitting, I think, that this song takes the stage now.
Adam Young is a master at making songs that sound and feel reminiscent, soft, and bittersweet, and that especially plays true in Not All Heroes Wear Capes. The song is explicitly about his dad, who, as Adam sings, is his hero.
Before you continue, listen to the song.
Verse 3: My dad isn’t a mechanic, but in the yard with treehouses and stone paths, with our house full of home-made beds, desks, shelves. . . “he can [build] just about anything.”
Verse 2: He’s a pastor, and thus not quite “a man of few words,” but he uses them incredibly. I’ve always had mixed thoughts about his career, and what that means for us Amadors. It has its benefits and trials, but I have this final conclusion. . . I’m so glad to have a dad after God’s own heart.
The Chorus: I mentioned above that “he built [his kids] a house in the arms of a tree,” a treehouse. He’s always done so much for us, and you can see just a sample of that by looking at our full backyard. Really, just look at his playlists! From what I know, he loves U2 (and Coldplay?) best, but his Apple Music is full of songs he added just because he knew we loved them, or we asked. Rap, hip-hop, country, Contemporary Christian, pop, rock, instrumental, you name it.
He’s not perfect, but I see my dad try hard to invest in all his eight kids’ lives and dreams. If you’re wondering—yeah, that definitely means he’s often encouraging me in my writing.
“He[’s teaching] me how to drive, fight, and dream.” I mentioned dreams above. As for fighting, literally speaking: all throughout my childhood, we kids (my brothers and I, often our sisters too) spent time wrestling throughout the upstairs bedrooms. I’ll always treasure those memories.
Figuratively, he’s been teaching me to fight through life. Fight through the difficulties, do hard things. I’d be much more of a coward without him firmly pushing me forward.
He’s taken me out to learn to drive only a few times, but we do plan on going out more often.
“When he looks in my eyes, I hope he can see that / my dad’s a hero to me.” Funny thing, the looking-in-eyes, thing. I can be shy, and I’m short, so often I would not look into adults’ eyes when talking to them. He’d always instruct me to look directly into their eyes; I’ve been practicing, and I’m much better at eye contact now, onstage and one-on-one. *nods*
My dad and I don’t have a perfect relationship. We disagree, get frustrated, and I often struggle to communicate certain things with him. But, papá, you are an inspiration, and I know that I’m so blessed to have a dad like you. Thanks for all you do, and happy Father’s Day! 😄
With God’s help,