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12:07 PM Thu, Nov. 15th

Column: Whose day?

A few weeks ago we celebrated Mother’s Day. It was on my calendar!

But for the life of me, I can’t find Father’s Day on the calendar.

Has it become an afterthought?

Now I’m all for celebrating moms, but I think we dads should be recognized as well.

So, here’s one man’s memory that may spark a recollection from some of you fathers.

It’s about the day I became one.

I recall vividly escorting my wife to the hospital on that historical day in Boulder, Colorado. I have no doubt that I walked in there with my chest seriously puffed out thinking to myself that no man could ever look as powerful as I felt at that moment.

I mean, look what I did! For there waddling next to me was my wife verifying my conviction, with her stomach covering everything except her face and lower legs. Yep, that’s power when you can make your spouse look like that!

As soon as they wheeled My Beloved into the delivery room, I met the challenge the way any strong, macho, virile (obviously virile) male meets it. I threw up!

In fact, for years I was on record at that particular hospital as being the only father to have his own room when his wife was giving birth. And after WE brought forth our daughter, I’ll never forget what then happened: The doctor came in to see me.

He asked, with a barely concealed smirk on his face, “Are you and your wife thinking about having another baby?”

“Yes sir.”

“Then perhaps we might chat about how you might prepare next time.”

He didn’t say word one to her; she did just great. But I was sick as a dog.

However, good puppy that I am, I learned. So, two years later in the middle of the night when she gave me the elbow and whispered it was time to go to the hospital, I jumped right out of bed and went into our own bathroom and threw up.

“Well, at least you’re not going to embarrass me the way you did last time we went through this,” she uttered.

“Don’t count on it,” I replied. “I don’t think I’m through yet!”

And I wasn’t.

Then, when we arrived at the hospital, with my luck wouldn’t you know that the same nurse was on duty who was there before.

“Oh hello,” she said to me much too sweetly. “Please follow me. I’m sure we can find an empty room for you.”

No siree, people just don’t understand what we fathers go through.

So, Happy Father’s Day to all of you stalwart, valiant dads out there.