|A brand new Dad - mine!|
I’ve always wanted to be like my mother, but it is my father's approval I have sought most of my life. I suspect this is true of many women.
When I was growing up, my stay-at-home mom was a more constant presence in my life than my father. She was always there, supporting us through everything. My dad traveled quite a bit for work, but when he was home, he was always very present. He was with us for most of the important stuff, beginning with a premonition that he should hurry home from the oil fields the day my twin sister and I were born, six weeks early. Perhaps though, it was his absences that made my sisters and I appreciate him so much, and compete for his attention and approval.
|My dad became the father of 2 girls - and doubled that!|
My dad has always had wonderful stories to tell, and it seemed like there was nothing he could not do. (I still sort of wonder if this isn't true!) He was always great about helping us with any sort of math or science homework. I remember receiving my first calculator as a gift - expensive at the time, but it felt like I had been given the crown jewels, because of the way he made me feel so smart for taking an advanced math class. My dad’s exuberant approach to life has always had a way of making everything - our pets, the places we lived, the food we ate, our travels, and even our day-to-day lives seem extra-ordinary. His enthusiasm and pride in his family made us feel special too.
My father had high expectations for us, and high standards to live up to. (Never cut the bread crooked, don't leave crumbs in the butter, bacon should be crisp, don't burn the toast and if you dry two plates at a time, you can get the dishes done more efficiently! And that is just what I learned during breakfast!) My father taught me by example the value of making the most of every moment. His voice is often the one I write with; the one you hear in this blog!
|I've always been told I "have my father's eyes" - but I'd like to think there is a lot more of him in me than that!|
Oh, and the white blouse? It was just an off-handed comment, but once when I was in high school my father complimented my appearance, and told me "A white blouse always looks so nice on you." He has surely forgotten ever saying this, but I never did. It made many years of wearing a white nursing uniform every day a little easier! (Come to think of it, I was wearing white the day I met my husband - maybe fathers do know best!)
My relationship with my father has always been very good, but not perfect of course. There are subjects upon which we have always disagreed. I have disappointed him, and he has disappointed me. But I have always known how much he loves me, and how proud he is of me. There could not be a greater gift. I think he knows I feel the same about him.
There is a saying that women grow up to be like their mothers, but marry their fathers. My husband and my dad are different in many ways, but I learned from my father how to know a good man when I met one. Both my husband (father of my children) and my father-in-law belong firmly in that category. My children and I are so lucky to have all three of these wonderful fathers in our lives.
Happy Father's Day!