I remember watching, awestruck, as my father shaved every morning. It fascinated me no end, this absolutely routine thing in his life. Often, I’d wait for him to get ready so I could “help” him wear his belt. I’d stand in one spot holding the belt and he’d spin 360 degrees and I would feel this great sense of accomplishment for having done nothing at all! And then there were days when I could be found squatting on the floor, elbow-deep in shoe polish, surrounded by every last pair of shoes he owned.
These are some of my earliest memories of my father, my hero. Here are some messages kids across the world wrote anonymously to their fathers. So many of these will speak to a lot of us. Some will break your heart, and some will make you re-examine your relationship with your parent/child.