Daddys and Fathers

Lisa Thomas • June 13, 2024

Father. It seems like such a formal word. Like the title you heard the Banks children bestow upon their patriarch when they were allowed to speak with him in Mary Poppins; it implied a distance between the parent and the child—a separation, if you will. He ruled from afar, and his decisions were final. Think George Darling in Peter Pan when he banished Nana (the babysitting St. Bernard) from the nursery because the children were too old for such nonsense.


But when we think of Father’s Day, is that really the mental picture that forms for most of us?  Maybe it depends on your stage in life. Maybe we had a “Daddy” when we were younger who morphed into a “Father” as we aged. A playmate, caretaker, and protector who became a wise, all-knowing guardian and guide. A man whose advice we sought instead of disdained. What is it they say? The older we get, the smarter our fathers become? Perhaps the poet expressed that transition best with these words:


When God made “Daddys” and “Fathers”

He made them quite different, you see,

For one had to deal with the child in his life,

The other would set the child free.


Daddys are funny and playful,

They carry you up the stairs,

Trip over the toys and weather the fits

And listen when you say your prayers.


Fathers are older and grayer,

Showing the wear of years

Spent preparing his young for leaving the nest,

Freeing them with unseen tears.


When God made “Daddys” and “Fathers”

I was richly blessed, you see,

For through the years and joys and tears,

You’ve been both to me.


If we’re lucky, we do get to have both. If we live long enough . . . if they live long enough . . . our fathers—the playmates of our youth who guide us into adulthood—become our friends. And oh, how we will miss that when they're gone.



About the author: Lisa Shackelford Thomas is a fourth-generation member of a family that’s been in funeral service since 1926 and has worked with Shackelford Funeral Directors in Savannah, Tennessee for over 45 years. Any opinions expressed here are hers and hers alone and may or may not reflect the opinions of other Shackelford family members or staff.


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