i’ve never really understood why mother’s day deserves such a huge celebration while father’s day remains less publicly endorsed. maybe i am just extremely lucky to have both a mother and a father who remain married and not only that, but extremely happily married for over twenty years; there is no “better parent”. because of my father, I believe that a man can truly love a woman for a lifetime, not just temporarily. I watch the hoops my dad jumps through to make our family happy and comfortable, providing everything my siblings and I have ever wanted and more. my mother is a saint, she really is, but my father has his own saintly qualities which I adamantly believe have shaped me into the person I am today. although i have not inherited his patience (instead I have my mothers anxiety and stress tolerance of zero), I see my father in myself more and more everyday. he has always been my number one supporter, whether it was for my desire to pursue a liberal arts degree as opposed to a money-making science/medicine/”realistic” degree or always making his number one concern my happiness in both my friendships and relationships, my dad has always been two steps behind me, believing in me always. my love for music has stemmed from him entirely, and I honestly don’t know who I’d be if music wasn’t in the foreground of my life. I feel so fucking proud when looking at my dad while he’s on huge stages, being watched my thousands of people, completely in his element, pursuing his passion and never losing sight of it. he’s 57 and still touring the god damn world, if that isn’t passion then I don’t know what is. i feel bad that my mother is my go-to, and I still to this day don’t know why. my dad is just as understanding, just as loving, and just as supporting. father’s day is a silly day, yeah, but my father deserves oneeee day, at least one day.