06/21/2026
Sunday Supper "I didn't become the dad I thought I'd be."
~Stacy Little
Before I became a dad, I had some ideas about how it would go. I was going to be patient. I was going to always know the right thing to say. I was going to handle every situation with wisdom and grace.
And my kid was definitely not going to leave empty cups in his room.
Then I actually became a father, and it turns out parenting is a lot less about having the answers and a lot more about figuring things out as you go. Nobody tells you that part. Nobody tells you how often you'll second-guess yourself, or how quickly your kid goes from asking you to kick a soccer ball in the backyard to taking college tours.
I didn't become the dad I thought I'd be. I became a different one.
And it took me a while to realize where that "different one" actually came from.
It wasn't something I figured out on my own. It came from the men who showed me what it looked like long before I ever needed to know.
My dad wasn't a man of big speeches. He didn't sit me down and hand out life advice. He just showed up, day after day, year after year, and taught me that providing for your family matters, that hard work matters, that keeping your word matters. Not by telling me. By showing me. There were neighbors, teachers, and mentors along the way too, and the older I get, the more I realize how much of who we become is built by people who may never know the impact they had.
So when I became a father myself, I wasn't starting from scratch. I was just trying to pass along what had been shown to me.
And that's where Jack comes in. Because if those men taught me how to show up, Jack is the one who's taught me what showing up actually means. He's taught me patience and perspective, and he's reminded me over and over that the moments that matter most usually aren't the big ones. They're the afternoon rides in his truck. The fishing trips. The random conversations that happen when you least expect them. The stuff that just feels like ordinary life while you're living it.
So this Father's Day, I'm feeling grateful. Grateful for the men who helped make me who I am, grateful for the chance to be a dad, and grateful for a son who's taught me just as much as I've taught him.
Father's Day tends to focus on what fathers do. But today I'm thinking about what fathers receive — the chance to guide, the chance to learn, and the chance to love somebody more than you ever thought possible.
That's a gift I'll never take for granted.
Happy Father's Day, y’all.
~Stacy Little