Durbar Bagerhat

The Unspoken Language of Fathers: A Happy Father’s Day to the Architects of Our Lives Another year, another trip down the greeting card aisle. The section for Father’s Day is always easy to spot. It’s a sea of navy blue and forest green, adorned with images of golf clubs, fishing lures, armchairs, and poorly-drawn ties. We dutifully pick one out, scribble a familiar “Thanks for everything, Dad!” inside, and pair it with a gift we hope he’ll use. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Ritual is important. But as the day approaches, I find myself thinking beyond the commercial rhythm of it all. What are we truly celebrating on Father’s Day? It’s a day steeped in a unique kind of quiet gratitude. While Mother’s Day often feels like a grand, floral symphony of explicit love and appreciation, Father’s Day can sometimes feel… different. It’s a day for acknowledging the unspoken, for translating the language of action, and for recognizing the steady, foundational presence that so ma...