I’ve learned a lot from my dad over the years, just by him being who he is, He taught me MANY things that I picked up on in spite of being the stubborn and self-centered kid and teen AND young adult that I am. I haven’t picked up as many skills and traits from my dad as I had hoped, but I’m still learning!
My dad is awesome and I’ve looked up to him for as long as I can remember. I’m not saying he’s perfect but even with his flaws, I couldn’t imagine having a better dad.
You could say that I was a huge surprise for my parents when I came along. My dad had to work a lot and was working multiple jobs, night shifts included, to work his way through college and also provide for my mom and I. Some of my first memories of my dad were of him coming home from work and as exhausted as he must have been still finding the time to scoop me up and make me feel loved, to give me piggy back rides and then hold me in his lap on our big papasan chair until we both fell asleep in front of the tv. And growing up over the years there are so many wonderful memories I will always cherish and so many things he taught me that I will forever hold onto and hopefully grow in:
He taught me the importance of my faith through raising me in the Catholic Church where I learned about my Savior, Jesus Christ, with our bed-time and supper prayer, through the reverence we were expected to have at church, and in going to church every Sunday.
He taught me the importance of being put together. I remember so many times I would walk down the stairs to go somewhere, church for example, looking like I just rolled out of bed and he would make me turn around and iron whatever I was wearing, or change clothes. He saved me from looking like a hoodlum lots of times!
He consoled me. One of my favorite memories of my dad and I was when I came home from a haircut that went horribly wrong. I was so upset, they had cut it too short and had styled it weird and I thought I looked like a boy, but my dad took the time to style my hair and tell me it looked good. I look back on that and laugh because the way my dad blow dried my hair made me have a white girl afro, but what mattered in the end was that he cared and took the time to help, and gave me a laugh.
He always handled my disappointments sternly and graciously. Anytime I made stupid decisions. Or anytime I was doing poorly in school. Or the time I got in trouble with the cops for mudding on public property. disappointing my dad was usually a punishment in itself but he also made very clear the consequences of my actions in a way that was gracious when I was always expecting the worst. And I learned full-well from those mistakes.
He was always there for me, even when it was inconvenient for him. If I got a flat tire, he changed it on the side of the road. When my car broke down two hours away from home, he drove out and fixed it. When my engine exploded, he fixed my car. When I got in my first car-wreck, he flew out and made sure I was okay. He was generous with his time AND his resources.
He was my biggest cheerleader alongside my mom. He taught me how to ride a bike, he cheered me on at my soccer games throughout the many years I played and he still encourages me that I can do it. Whatever I’m willing to put my mind to and work hard for. I can do it.
He’s always pushed me to be an independent and strong person. He used to always say to me, “I raised you to be a man in this world” and I love him for it. Essentially he taught me how to take care of myself.
He taught me the value of taking care of things: chores, mowing the lawn, helping with house/yard work.
He’s always wanted the best for my brother and I with everything. He still does. He’s always made time for his kids (and taught us FUN/cool/good-to-know things): whether riding dirt bikes together, hanging out at the shooting range, changing the car oil together, flying a plane together (he’s a PRIVATE PILOT, so cool), driving me to go sky-diving, fishing together, taking the family on fun vacations, teaching us how to ski, camping, etc.
He’s the COOLEST dad in the world. He has so many great stories. His sense of humor and laugh are infectious. He works harder than any man I know. He takes care of his family better than any man I know. He can build virtually anything: a house, a plane, a car…he’s done it all. He’s the most handy man I know. He’s the most intelligent man I know, both intellectually and socially. He’s got more skills than anyone I know. He is funny, loving, and there are a million other things I could say about how awesome my dad is but quite simply, there is nobody like my dad.
((If you are reading this, Thanks for being the BEST dad in the world and the best dad a girl could ask for.))