Father's Day
So if you know anything about me, you KNOW I'm a daddy's girl. In my old blog (now deleted from cyberspace) I wrote a blog for Father's day, this one won't be much different.
I just want to praise my dad for all he's done for me. He took a job with flexible hours (and high stress) so he could support my sister and I growing up. There weren't many softball, volleyball, basketball games, dance recitals/competitions, tennis matches, or choir concerts that man missed.
I'm sure it was a little to his dismay he had two daughters- because we all know we love kids no matter the gender- but we all secretly hope to have a mini-me someday. The poor man had to deal with two teenage daughters constantly at eachother's throats. He had to deal with never getting asked advice on a lot of things. And worst of all, he had to watch boys drive his daughter's away in their car hoping they'd come back safe.
There was one time one of my sister's dates honked for her in the driveway. He marched right out there and told him to get out of the car and go to the door for his daughter. My sister was mortified. I lived with them in college (about the age where you don't introduce every boy to your parents anymore) and he had the exact same rule.
My dad was raised by a single mom, and somehow has turned out to be one of the most standup men I've ever known. By all psychology accounts- he should be the same deadbeat his dad was. Not my dad, though.
Here I am, almost 27 (cringe), and my dad is still my rock. I call him for every problem. I never make a big financial decision without discussing it with him. I facetimed him not long ago to teach me how to unhook my washer (thank god I did, or I would have had a huge mess!). He gets 7am calls frequently where he knows I need something.
The older I get the more I appreciate him. I appreciate how he treats my mom, because it shows me what I want/deserve someday. I appreciate how much he's willing to do for me, because I know I want that in my future baby's father. I appreciate how he is with my nephew, because I know my kids will be lucky to have him as a grandpa someday.
I look around at my guy friends who have daughters and smile. I know the bond they have with those little girls. It's one that can't be described. It's one that, if they do it right, will last them the rest of their lives. There are still times when I think "gosh, I could just use a big hug from my dad right now." Every time I walk off a plane and see my parents smiling faces, I tear up and just throw myself at them for hugs. When I think about getting married someday, I have a small ache at the thought of giving my dad's job to someone else, because I don't know that anyone will live up to him.
So to all my friends, family, and especially my dad- Happy Father's Day! You have a big job. Even if it's not the warm fuzzy job of a mom, it's still one that shapes lives.
I just want to praise my dad for all he's done for me. He took a job with flexible hours (and high stress) so he could support my sister and I growing up. There weren't many softball, volleyball, basketball games, dance recitals/competitions, tennis matches, or choir concerts that man missed.
I'm sure it was a little to his dismay he had two daughters- because we all know we love kids no matter the gender- but we all secretly hope to have a mini-me someday. The poor man had to deal with two teenage daughters constantly at eachother's throats. He had to deal with never getting asked advice on a lot of things. And worst of all, he had to watch boys drive his daughter's away in their car hoping they'd come back safe.
There was one time one of my sister's dates honked for her in the driveway. He marched right out there and told him to get out of the car and go to the door for his daughter. My sister was mortified. I lived with them in college (about the age where you don't introduce every boy to your parents anymore) and he had the exact same rule.
My dad was raised by a single mom, and somehow has turned out to be one of the most standup men I've ever known. By all psychology accounts- he should be the same deadbeat his dad was. Not my dad, though.
Here I am, almost 27 (cringe), and my dad is still my rock. I call him for every problem. I never make a big financial decision without discussing it with him. I facetimed him not long ago to teach me how to unhook my washer (thank god I did, or I would have had a huge mess!). He gets 7am calls frequently where he knows I need something.
The older I get the more I appreciate him. I appreciate how he treats my mom, because it shows me what I want/deserve someday. I appreciate how much he's willing to do for me, because I know I want that in my future baby's father. I appreciate how he is with my nephew, because I know my kids will be lucky to have him as a grandpa someday.
I look around at my guy friends who have daughters and smile. I know the bond they have with those little girls. It's one that can't be described. It's one that, if they do it right, will last them the rest of their lives. There are still times when I think "gosh, I could just use a big hug from my dad right now." Every time I walk off a plane and see my parents smiling faces, I tear up and just throw myself at them for hugs. When I think about getting married someday, I have a small ache at the thought of giving my dad's job to someone else, because I don't know that anyone will live up to him.
So to all my friends, family, and especially my dad- Happy Father's Day! You have a big job. Even if it's not the warm fuzzy job of a mom, it's still one that shapes lives.
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