Fathers day reflection

Hello everyone, Welcome to my blog.

It's been a while in this space because of my final year project work, but it feels good to be back.

Still in the spirit of the Father's Day celebration, I decided to talk a little about fathers, so this post is dedicated to my dad, fathers, and all intended fathers out there.

Being the firstborn in my family, after my secondary school education, I had issues getting into the university. It got to a point when I just decided I wasn't going to get any tertiary education anymore, and then I called my dad, but he insisted I keep trying, and after many failed attempts, I finally got an admission, and today, by the grace of God, I am a graduate of the Federal University of Agriculture, Abeokuta, from the Department of Agricultural Economics and Farm Management.

I decided to tell that story because fathers, aside from being a source of provision, are the backbone of every family; they believe in you even when no one else does. Sometimes when I hear the way my dad talks about my event decoration skills to some people, I wonder about the passion that is involved, and the truth is, in some of those situations, I couldn't have done a better job convincing whoever it was at that particular point in time.

My dad has been one of the best financial advisers I have had because over the years there haven't been any issues in the areas where he has given me financial counsel.

Fathers are not just fathers to those brought forth through their loins; they provide wisdom and counsel to the younger generation around them, making sure things are going smoothly in every area and aspect of life.

A story was shared in church about how two men were driving home after a weekend activity, and one said to the other, "Let's quickly branch off at a restaurant to get meat pie." When he heard that the meat pie was going to cost three thousand naira, he said that money will buy the bread that my kids will eat before they go to school on Monday. This goes to show the sacrifices most fathers pay in order to make sure their families are okay.

It takes a lot of effort, time, energy, and lots of grinding for many fathers to keep their work and also carry out their responsibilities in the family. I took a while to reflect, and I found out why fathers become heartbroken when their wards misbehave because of the efforts they put into making sure everything goes on smoothly.

This is a reminder to all the young men out there that there are many men but not many fathers, and if you still have a father out there, you should take care of them while you can because one day they won't be there anymore.

And also to all the mothers out there who make the home conducive for the fathers and the children, thank you.