Can there Actually Be More than One World's Best Dad?

Road Schooled by Joe Trey: AKA Adventure Hermit

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It's a pretty crummy day outside, but I still want to go for a walk. I contemplate putting on a hat that I received from my daughter, Nya. I love her, but I have a problem wearing it out of the house. I could easily blame it on my oversized head. Or the hats, somewhat over-ambitious, and falsely stated "one-size fits all" label. But, it will most likely go unworn because of what it says above the brim. "World's Best Dad."

Everyone knows there can only be one Highlander. At least, everyone except those that wrote the sequels know this to be true. But is it possible that there is more than one World's Best Dad?

Buddy the Elf

It reminds me of when Buddy the Elf discovers the "World's Best Cup of Coffee" in NYC. Bursting into the restaurant, he congratulates the owners and staff, cheering, "Congratulations, You did it!" He is completely sincere, as is my daughter. That is why I love the hat and her even more. But, as a cynic, I get the joke lurking under Buddy's optimism. Around the corner is a shop advertising another "world's best cup of coffee."

Perhaps you are also a dad or a metaphorical cup of coffee. Thinking to yourself, "Woah, I'm the world's best dad, that's my hat! How did that guy get it?" You might be right. But, I am not willing to relinquish my polyester crown just yet. While I may not wear the cap, I still claim dominion over it.

World's Best? No Thanks.

I've never been a fan of the world's best anything. Don't get me wrong; I love that my daughter might even believe it. If she was a few years older, I am sure she would be giving it to me with a wink or sardonic irony. But, now, at ten years old, she seems genuine.

I have thought about altering the hat. Getting a marker and adding, "One of" before "Best Dad." Or even "Nya's" beside "Best Dad." But neither seem to wax very poetically. I face a crossroads between my self-consciousness and my daughter's benevolence and self-esteem.

I've never been good with exclusion. I once excommunicated myself from a well-meaning, organized religion. I felt that some of the prayers left out too many people. I couldn't understand how a religion could be anything but inclusive. So, for me to wear a chapeau stating, I am the best at something, knowing it might not be true, is difficult. It's not like I had to pass a test or anything.

I fear that my acceptance of such an honor would mandate that everyone in the world stop what they were doing. Not, just to acknowledge my greatness. But, also to shame those less worthy than me at their fatherly-duties. It seems the only logical course of action. I don't make the rules. I am not comfortable initiating the backlash. But, I did not set this thing in motion. I am a victim as well.

#1 Mom

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I search my mind for answers, which lands me back in a 6th-grade memory. I had purchased a sizeable "100% pure gold" necklace for my mother. It was in the shape of a #1 with the word Mom beneath it. Perhaps, the most exquisite piece of jewelry since the Hope Diamond! It would have made Mr. T proud!

I remember the pride I felt in buying it. The excitement I felt in picking it out myself. The expectation of knowing that my mom would feel to wear it every day, proudly knowing that I had given it to her.

After I gave it to her, I remember the kinds of excuses she gave for not wearing it. "It didn't quite match her current outfit." It was "very special," and it should stay safe in her jewelry box, perhaps. There were others, but I suspect the real reason it remained out of her fashion rotation was its bulk.

It's true; if she moved swiftly, the momentum of the necklace might have put an eye out. Despite the reason, I pretty much knew, then and there, I was not a good gift giver. It has stuck with me to this day. Purchasing gifts is a paralyzing process for me.

Armed with this knowledge, I did not want to burden my daughter with the same fate. So, I breathed an audible sigh of relief when she came to me and said, "Daddy, it's ok if you don't wear the hat." What? Where did that come from? Did she know how I would feel awkward wearing it? Had she changed her mind about its sentiment? Was I no longer not the most fabulous dad? Did she get a good look at my XXL head next to the cherub-sized lid and realize my wearing it was a lost cause? Regardless, she had let me off the hook.

But, then it occurred to me, she bought this for me. She put her heart into this gift. She's a kid who won't share a centimeter square of a brownie, and yet she thought of someone else for a change. That, someone, was me! I again thought back to the necklace. How proud I felt when she did wear it, even if it did turn her neck green! In a flash, I knew what had to happen.

I knew that wearing the hat was more important than my self-consciousness. It was more significant than the feelings of thousands of inferior dads. Dad's that would have to face me in line at food courts and Boondocks Fun Centers worldwide. It didn't matter. I knew I had to wear the hat, in public and with pride.

Chapeau of Glory

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If you are a dad and see me out and about, wearing my chapeau of glory, know that I am not self-aggrandizing. I am not rubbing my accomplishment in your face. I wear the hat for all of us! If Atlas can carry the weight of the world on his shoulders – Then my massive cranium can heft the burdening moniker "Best Dad Ever!" upon my noggin.

But, if you see me in line behind you, you really should let me cut at the Orange Julius. I obviously deserve first dibs on my super-sized Americanized Morir Soñando. After all, I'm the one wearing the hat.

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Joe Trey is the Adventure Hermit! A moniker fitting of his ambivert nature. Visions of rock stardom drove him to get a BFA in music from the University of Connecticut. Not long after, he abandoned his dreams of NYC and relocated to the Rocky Mountains! He has drunk the occasional "toe." When in Dawson, one might say. Don't ask. Or do! His work and love of travel have brought him nearly around the world. Writing, Hiking, Camping, Music, Motorcycles get him up and out each day. Hugging his wife and teenage daughters at night, bring him home! Not a tortoise, not a hare (but a bit hairy in all the wrong places), Joe only competes with himself. Through his writing and adventures, he encourages others to do the same!

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