It’s that time of year when we honor the men who raised us. My father was always the one who enforced the rules. My brother and I turned out to be well established, law-abiding citizens, so I guess it worked out. But we always saw him as tough and strict. At least until he got some candy.
He may have made us go to bed early, but he was always a sucker for sharing his treats. I remember countless Twix bars that he only got half of and many M&Ms that were lost to little hands. Maybe that’s just part of being a parent—giving up things you enjoy so your kids can be happy. But it’s amazing how far a little kindness can go. I’ll always think of him when I grab a Twix bar. Although now that I am on my own, we can have our own bars.