Shopping for a Father's Day Card

Tonight I went shopping for a Father's Day card. While at work I decided to do this, and make this blog post about it, after a conversation with Deb Powers last night, within which we covered varieties of poetry in our culture. The idea was expressed, but only as a possiblity, maybe a lark, at the time.

My plan was to go to a Hallmark store in a mall, and if they did not have a good one, there would then be other card stores around. But a customer kept me an hour after closing, so I did not get out of work until 7:00pm.

I go to the Sears Essentials across the street from the car dealership, which turns out has American Greetings cards. While pulling into a parking spot, I plan that if anyone else is looking for the right card, I will strike up a conversation with him or her.

Looking down the card aisle, I spot the cardboard sign sticking out high off a card shelf, "Father's Day," and walk down. First one I see has a monkey with a couple hearts around its head, and think how some little boy is affectionately referred to as a monkey, and that would be perfect, or who would buy that card? There is a cute dog one, cards from "both of us," and "all of us." Many say "Daddy" which I have never called him (but a poet can't go for that anyway after Plath).

There is a section for cards from kids, cards from little girls, ones for father-in-laws and grand-fathers. A good-looking card says, "King of His Castle" but he lives alone.

All those cards, and I have no reason to open any of them. They are for different fathers than mine. Card shopping is turning into a ballgame. I should open some of them up, and start reading. Ah, here is one in the "son" section:

Some sons
never find a way
to tell their
fathers how
they feel.

I'm proud to be
your son.

Okay, so this one is for the son who has difficulty telling a father how he feels, and the big feeling that needs telling is pride. Hopefully it helps the two of them. Not for me, though.

Oh, here's one:

A key to
a happy family life
is having a great
dad like you.

Logically, that is true. He is a great dad, and because of his influence, I have raised my kids to have a happy family life. But, he is not the kind of dad who would be around my family, so the intent of the card is not for my father. And the focus is not what I want to say. What do I want to do, like Deb said last night, maybe bring a tear to his eye? I don't know now. Why? I think not. . . .A woman is coming down the aisle.

I scope all the rows and columns, and there are not many more cards left. It may be time for the mall after all. Looking down, I see that I have missed an entire bottom shelf of promising cards, just for the occasion. I turn to my right, to where the woman has passed me to, and is looking at the top shelf.

I squat to where there is a handsome card with a duck and some shells on it. It says "Thinking of You with Love" on the front. I open it up:

It's nice that there are days like this
for letting people know
The things we feel within our hearts
but all too seldom show.
So though this comes on Father's Day,
It's meant for all year through,
And it's filled with love
that's always felt especially for you.

Happy
Father's Day

My first thought is on how wordy it is, how it does not get to the point. And I know I am critting as if it were trying to go into the canon. But, furthermore, if I give him this one, I am all set with, not only telling him I love him, but even seeing him at all, for another year or so. I could sign it, "Call me if something comes up, With Love." And here is that theme showing up again, of not telling a father how one feels.

I spot another card. This one is off white, almost yellow like parchment. It has a nicely-done greeting card drawing of an old mill house, with a water wheel in a stream, all within a lush woodsy landscape, as his town of Pepperell can get. It says above the drawing:

Happy Father's
Day
Dad

With this verse below:

The love of
a caring dad
is one of
the greatest
gifts
life can
give.

Alrighty. We're onto something here. Now, for what is inside:

How wonderful having
a father like you
And knowing your love's
always there,
Remembering the good times,
the laughter and caring,
Enjoying the fun we share.
How wonderful having
a father like you
Who's helpful and thoughtful
and dear--
The kind who is always
admired and respected
And loved even more
every year.

Darn it. I would love to get a card that expresses sentiments that zero in on my father like that one does--for someone else's. The second stanza of "How wonderful" took the sentiment too far. While I was growing up, my family became a broken one in my parent's divorce, with lines drawn where sides are still taken, with bad feelings and bad moves still expressed. It is disingenuous to go with the "always" and I certainly cannot cross that word out.

Oh, here is a good-looking card. A burgundy red, with a more crimsony one-inch wide ribbon centered down the card, a valentine of gold paisleys on the top part of the ribbon. Above the ribbon, it says in gold lettering, "On Father's Day." On the ribbon reads this verse in gold:

A

wish

[valentine here]

for

you

straight

from

the

heart...

But what's inside? The paisley heart at the top of the page, but this time it is the crimsony burgundy color, a wine color really, on an off-white paper, and this verse just below:

... because

you're thought about

this Father's Day

and always.

Have a Great Day

That wish for his great day is in large script. This is the one. I grab it and head for the check out.

As I walk to the car, I realize, that I never struck up a conversation with the woman who was shopping for a card herself. She seemed pleasant. But I was too somehow involved with this personal event, and yet a personal event I should not mind sharing here.

The tribute to my father really comes in all the reflection, even the assessment of our relationship. I was reading verse and trying to apply it to my life and his. So, it is not really the thought that counts, but this tribute reflection, this personal time of seeking verse.

I have four kids myself, and I expect that one or more will honor me with a card. My oldest son is good for the humorous ones, but the mark still needs to be hit. He knows it, and I know he knows it. So when the card is given, the sentiment of the card is one thing, what means more is that it was chosen, the whole shopping for it.

I get onto Route 38, to be home in about ten minutes, and realize I have no idea how long it took me to select the card. About five, ten minutes tops. Cool. It wasn't a ball game after all.