Every Father’s Day, we find ourselves asking some version of the same question: what do you buy for the man who says he doesn't need anything?
For some of us, it's our dad. For others, it's a husband or partner celebrating another year of fatherhood, a brother who has recently become a dad, a son experiencing his first Father's Day, or a grandfather who has accumulated enough Father's Day gifts over the years to make finding something meaningful increasingly difficult.
So we search for Father's Day gift ideas. We think about clothes, watches, tools, experiences, a good meal, or something connected to whatever hobby currently occupies his weekends.
There is nothing wrong with any of those gifts.
A guided journal removes the blank-page problem
Open the page, follow the prompt and write what is true.
Explore the journalBut this year, while creating some Father's Day content for Memoirs By Him, I was reminded that sometimes the most meaningful thing we can give our fathers isn't another possession.
Sometimes it's a question.
Because we can spend our entire childhood knowing someone as Dad without ever really knowing the child he once was.
I THOUGHT WE WERE JUST MAKING SOME FATHER'S DAY CONTENT
I originally sat Dad down because I wanted to create some Father's Day content for Memoirs By Him.
There wasn't some elaborate plan behind it. I didn't really know what the final content was going to look like. I switched on the cameras, handed Dad his journal and started asking him what he thought about some of the prompts.
One of the first prompts he read asked him to think about a family member who was no longer here.
If he could say something to that person today, what would he want to say?
Almost immediately, Dad started talking about his father.
He said he wished he had asked him to stop drinking.
It was one answer to one question, but it opened a conversation about Dad's childhood that went far beyond what I had expected when I turned those cameras on.
I knew pieces of his story. They were things I'd heard at different times throughout my life, but knowing the facts of someone's childhood and understanding what those experiences might have felt like are very different things.
That conversation helped me understand my father differently.
BEFORE HE WAS MY DAD, HE WAS A NINE-YEAR-OLD BOY
Dad's mother died from cancer when he was nine years old.
His father had served as a pilot during the Second World War, and alcohol had become a significant part of his life. Drinking was deeply embedded in the culture around him at the time, but for Dad's father it had become alcoholism.
By the time Dad lost his mum, his father wasn't capable of properly caring for his children.
At nine years old, Dad was placed into an orphanage.
He described himself as a wild child. He was rebellious and constantly pushed against authority, but hearing him talk about his childhood as an adult, his behaviour suddenly made a lot more sense to me.
There hadn't been much consistency or structure in those early years. His mother had been terribly sick and his father was largely absent because of his drinking.
Yet despite everything that had happened, Dad still idolised him.
He was still his dad.
And somewhere inside that nine-year-old boy was the belief that one day his father would come back and get him.
One of the hardest parts of our conversation was hearing Dad talk about adoption days at the orphanage.
When prospective families came looking to adopt a child, Dad would deliberately misbehave. He would make himself seem like the kid nobody would want to choose.
It wasn't because he didn't want a family.
In his mind, he already had one.
He already had a dad.
He was waiting for him to come back.
He never did.
WAITING FOR DAD TO SHOW UP
His father wasn't completely absent from his life.
Occasionally he would appear at Dad's rugby games, usually carrying alcohol and often accompanied by one of his drinking mates.
You might imagine that those rare appearances would have been moments of encouragement for a boy who desperately wanted his father's attention.
They often weren't.
Dad remembers that even when he played well or his team won, his father could find something to criticise. If the team was losing, sometimes he would simply leave halfway through the game and head to the nearest pub.
Another memory Dad shared during our conversation involved his mother.
Because she was dying from cancer, the adults around him believed they were protecting him by not allowing him to see her in that condition.
One of his last memories of his mum is seeing her waving to him through a hospital window.
Listening to him talk about it decades later, you could tell there was still sadness attached to that memory. Not necessarily anger at the people who made the decision, but an understanding that there was a moment between a mother and her young son that neither of them could ever get back.
Dad remained in the orphanage until he was around 18.
Even as he grew older, part of him continued to expect that his father might eventually come for him.
He didn't.
For years, Dad didn't even know where his father was. Much later in life, after his father had been placed into care, staff at the facility eventually contacted Dad and helped reconnect them.
Even then, his father remained emotionally distant.
Dad would ask the staff to tell his father that he loved him.
The response would often be little more than a nod and an acknowledgement.
That was the fatherhood Dad had experienced.
And yet it wasn't the fatherhood he chose to repeat.
THE FATHER HE CHOSE TO BECOME
This was the part of the conversation that stayed with me most.
As Dad spoke about his father, I kept thinking about the contrast between the childhood he was describing and the childhood he gave us.
His father rarely showed up.
Dad always showed up for us.
His father struggled to express affection.
Dad has always told me he loves me.
Alcohol shaped some of the most painful parts of his childhood.
Dad consciously decided that he would not allow alcohol to shape ours.
He had grown up without the consistency and opportunities most children take for granted.
When he became a father, he gave his children access to everything he could.
Rugby. Taekwondo. Performing arts. Whatever we showed an interest in, Dad tried to give us an opportunity to experience it.
He made sacrifices so that his children could have things he hadn't.
During the interview, I asked whether that had been a conscious decision.
It was.
He knew he didn't want to become an alcoholic like his father. His experiences were also why he was cautious about my own relationship with alcohol while I was growing up.
But it went beyond drinking.
When Dad eventually had children of his own, he had already decided that he wanted them to experience the childhood he never had.
That was probably the biggest thing I took away from our conversation.
Dad could have repeated what he knew.
Distance had been modelled to him. Absence had been modelled to him. Alcoholism had been modelled to him. Difficulty expressing affection had been modelled to him.
He could have carried those patterns into another generation.
Instead, he made a deliberate decision to become something different.
WE INHERIT MORE THAN EYE COLOUR AND SURNAMES
Families pass things down.
Sometimes they're obvious: names, traditions, recipes, photographs, property or the facial feature everyone insists came from a particular grandparent.
Other things are less visible.
We can inherit ideas about relationships, communication, anger, money, affection, masculinity and fatherhood simply by growing up around them.
Sometimes we continue those patterns without ever questioning where they came from.
But inheritance doesn't have to mean repetition.
Dad's story reminded me that one of the most powerful things reflection can give us is the ability to recognise the difference between what happened to us and what we choose to pass on.
Understanding your past doesn't change it.
But understanding it can change what happens next.
That’s part of what journaling and self-reflection can help us do. Writing gives us somewhere to examine experiences that otherwise remain as disconnected memories, recognise patterns and better understand how the past continues to influence the present. If you're new to the practice, our Guide to Journaling for Men explores how to start journaling and make reflection part of your life.
For Dad, becoming a father meant consciously deciding that some things would stop with him.
His children wouldn't spend their childhood waiting for their father to come back.
They would know he was already there.
MAYBE WE DON'T KNOW OUR FATHERS AS WELL AS WE THINK
Most of us know our fathers through the role they occupy in our lives.
Dad is Dad.
We know his habits, his sayings, what annoys him, what makes him laugh and the stories he repeats at every family gathering.
But underneath that familiar person is an entire life we didn't witness.
There was a boy before there was a father.
There were experiences that shaped how he loves, how he communicates, what he worries about and what he wanted to do differently when his own children arrived.
Sometimes understanding that history changes the way you understand the man standing in front of you.
That's what happened to me during that interview.
I already loved my dad.
I already respected him.
But listening to him describe his childhood and then recognising just how deliberately he had created something different for his own children gave me another level of appreciation for the father he chose to become.
It made things I'd experienced throughout my own childhood make more sense.
The constant support.
The opportunities.
The caution around alcohol.
The willingness to say he loved us.
Those weren't simply characteristics of Dad.
Some of them were choices.
ONE QUESTION CAN CHANGE A CONVERSATION
This is one of the reasons we created The Journal at Memoirs By Him.
It contains more than 220 prompts across different areas of a man's life, but the value isn't in answering hundreds of questions as quickly as possible.
Sometimes the value is in where one question leads.
I didn't sit Dad down expecting him to tell me everything he told me that day.
I wasn't conducting an interview about childhood trauma or alcoholism. I was trying to make some Father's Day content.
Then he read a prompt.
One question led to his father. His father led to the orphanage. The orphanage led to adoption days, rugby games, his mother, alcohol and eventually the choices Dad made when it became his turn to be a father.
A conversation emerged that we had never had in quite that way before.
That's what a good question can do.
And it's why a journal can be a meaningful Father's Day gift whether you're giving it to your own dad, your husband, your partner, your brother, your son or someone experiencing his first Father's Day.
You're not simply giving him somewhere to write.
You're giving him questions that might lead somewhere neither of you expects.
THIS FATHER'S DAY, ASK SOMETHING DIFFERENT
There are plenty of good Father's Day gift ideas in 2026.
Buy the lunch. Get him something for the barbecue. Replace the wallet he's refused to throw away. Give your husband something to mark his first Father's Day. Find something your brother will actually use.
But alongside whatever you give him, consider asking him something you've never asked before.
Ask your dad what he remembers about being your age.
Ask your husband what becoming a father changed in him.
Ask your grandfather about his own dad.
Ask your brother what kind of father he hopes to become.
Ask about childhood, mistakes, relationships, fears, decisions and the experiences that changed the direction of his life.
Then give him the space to answer.
I switched on a camera expecting to make some Father's Day content.
Instead, one journal prompt helped me understand my father in a way I hadn't before.
I understood more about the little boy he had been, the father he had waited for, and ultimately the father he consciously decided to become.
And I came away from that conversation loving and respecting him even more.
Maybe that's the most meaningful Father's Day gift we can give each other.
Not simply another thing, but the opportunity to know each other better.