A LETTER TO MY KIDS BY JARED PADALECKI
Around Father’s Day, Jared wrote a letter to our children. It’s one of the most beautiful and special letters I have read, so I just had to share. The kids may be a little too young to fully appreciate it, but one day I hope they read this and know what a great dad they have. When it comes to being a father, Jared has found his calling.
Post Father’s Day Thoughts by Jared Padalecki
dear tom, shep, and odette,
i realize fathers day was supposed to be about…. well… “fathers”… praising them and thanking them and making them feel needed and appreciated.
but, as the “father” in this relationship, i wanted to change things up a bit. specifically, i wanted to take this opportunity, after my FIFTH fathers day (and counting), not to say “you’re welcome”, but to say “thank you”…
you’ve woken me up earlier than a rooster would even CONSIDER crowing.
you’ve given me sleepless nights where i thought you might NEVER, in fact, go back to sleep.
you’ve peed on me, pooped on me, and vomited on me (though not always necessarily in that order).
you’ve used me as a bean bag when i read to you.
you’ve used me as a punching bag when i don’t.
you’ve made me contort my body into 70 different positions in order to climb into the back seat and get your car seat buckled.
you’ve coerced me into watching cartoons and animated movies over and over and over again… and over again.
you’ve turned my trailer into a jungle gym.
you’ve turned my office into a “secret candy storage bunker”.
you’ve turned my bed into a UFC octagon.
you’ve turned my truck into a giant garbage and food crumb receptacle.
you’ve made me stop whatever I’m doing so that i can go catch the lizard you just spotted outside.
you’ve yelled at me to stop the car to chase the deer or squirrels that you spotted.
you’ve made me chase YOU into the streets to get you back on the sidewalk!
you’ve made me replace upholstery that you mistook for a blank canvas (though, in all fairness, it does kind of look like a blank canvas)
you’ve reduced me to tears whenever i witness you in pain.
thank you for all of the extra sunrises I’ve been able to witness.
thank you for letting me experience that special feeling you have when you know the world around you is sleeping.
thank you for making me wash my clothes more often than i used to (did your mother put you up to this?)
thank you for making me read more.
thank you for keeping my reflexes up-to-speed.
thank you for keeping me flexible.
thank you for giving me a believable excuse to watch lion king and ninja turtles and paw patrol (i really do love them :)…)
thank you for making my trailer feel like more than just “a place i go to work”.
thank you for our “don’t tell mom” excursions up to my office to have a sweet treat (i, TOO, really do love candy…)
thank you for testing the mattress springs… they’ve held up so far.
thank you for making me clean my truck more often (again, did your mother put you up to this?)
thank you for sharpening my lizard-catching skills (i was world-class when i was your age).
thank you for making me attempt warm-up-free wind-sprints midway into my thirties.
thank you for making me remember why its so important to drive slowly through neighborhoods.
thank you for creating art that is worth more to me than any Warhol or Picasso.
thank you for letting me feel what its like to love something more than yourself.
you’ve taught me more than any mentor or teacher ever could.
i have your back. now and always. though, i should warn you, sometimes “having your back” will mean not letting you do something you think you want to. or, maybe it will even mean “scolding you” when you’re doing something dangerous, or “correcting you” when you’re frustrated and lashing out, or not quite being who your mother and i know you can be.
you’ve humbled me. you’ve helped me rediscover the joy of discovery. you’ve turned my world upside down.
and i wouldn’t have it any other way.
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