The day begins unusually quiet. Sundays with children are never quiet, meandering affairs. Those special Sundays throughout the year- Easter, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day and every other Sunday- are usually greeted with excited children, ready to make the most of the day. 

Today I expected to be woken and presented with art and craft creations from school. Instead, this first Sunday in spring it is eerily quiet in our home. We have already had a few very warm days, but the nights and mornings are still cool, I think absently that the pair must be having a sleep in. 

History of Father’s Day:

The beginnings of a day to celebrate fathers and fatherhood was first introduced to Australia from the United States of America. At the start of the 20th century after seeing the effect of Mother’s Day on the community, Sonora Smart Dodd initiated a day to show her appreciation to fathers. The original Father's Day is most often connected to Spokane, Washington. It was in Spokane on June 19, 1910 that the first Father’s Day was held. Since then Father’s Day has become an annual event across 150 countries.

It is at the entrance to the dining room that I realise that something is wrong. There’s two voices, whispering, there’s bowls and plates and banana peels and open packets of sugar and flour. They soon hear me and as the turn, I see their faces. Maple syrup, flour, remanent of egg shells. It is on cheeks, hands, pjs, in hair. The large mixing bowl is overflowing. I think I can see an apple and a piece of bread.

‘We’re making you pancakes daddio. It’s your father’s day today!’ The boy licks his finger, smiling with a grin of achievement.

‘Yeah, we have banana, apple, bread pancakes for you,’ Miss 6 confidently adds. I sigh and hope their mother doesn’t wake.

So, around 10am I find myself washing up as excited voices float around the house. They are now dressed as Super Barbie and a Minion, playing in the lounge room. Every Sunday is Father’s Day and on this Sunday, I think we’ll go out for brunch.