I know that I might not always understand my Father – well, to be honest, I don’t think I ever allowed myself to understand him growing up. Okay, let’s be honest as a kid you really are a brat. No matter how good you were – you still will be a brat. Doesn’t mean that there is anything wrong, just that you need to grow up and learn to become an adult to see how truly amazing someone can be.
My Father and I didn’t see eye to eye a lot when I was growing up. I was okay to handle as a child, but once I hit my teenage years – phew – LOOK OUT!
Yes, I was bitchy, emotional, all over the place and defiant. (I know this now.)
My Father dealt with a lot. Losing my mother giving birth to me, countless divorces and up and down swings of his own depression.
Once I was grown
I should say once I left my Father’s care we started to understand each other more. Perhaps it’s the lack of constantly being in each other’s faces, but whatever the reason was – we simply started to talk more. We both made mistakes and slowly over time we started to come to know each other for who we were now.
One thing that I started to understand was how strong my Father was.I'd like to share with you some things that I've learned from my Father... Click To Tweet
Things I’ve learned from my Father: He never passed up an opportunity for love
After my mother died you would think that he would shut down. He never did. He moved on and learned to love again and again.
Though he went through two other wives (and countless other women) – until he found B – he never quit at love.
He went through painful divorces that ranged from cheating to financially breaking him. Not once did he believe that he wasn’t going to find love again.
He would get his heart broken or stomped on. He’d get himself back up and put himself back out there into the dating game.
He never let the fear of a loss keep him down for a moment. He was always sure that there was someone else out there for him – just like my mother was to him before.
Things I’ve learned from my Father: Always have faith
I can’t even come close to understand this one. Faith hasn’t been something that’s been inside me all the time. I’m still unsure when it comes to faith, but this man never faltered.
He has been tested. He has lost jobs, had countless heartaches (heck – I’m sure that I’ve caused a few gray hairs on that head of his) among many other things, but he has always stayed true to his beliefs.
This past year was hard for my family. My Father lost his brother (my wonderful Uncle) and has even gone above and beyond and took on another role as caregiver to my Grandpa.
No matter what, my Father has stood strong and believed his faith would see him through.
I believe for me – my faith is in him.
Things I’ve learned from my Father: Always have fun
I have so many stories about my Father. Stories that always make me smile and laugh – sometimes laugh until I cry.
He’s been silly enough to buy goggles from the kid’s department and seriously thought that they were adult size. He was mistaken.
My Father once shaved his beard clean off when I was little and scared me. I refused to talk to him until he grew it back.
He even joked around a few times trying to teach me how to get a job. He made this big story about getting a job is like a funnel. You apply for 10 positions but only get 3 interviews and out of those interviews only get one job. You know – a funnel. Well, the best part was when he told me that he lost his job and I just looked at him without missing a beat and said: “You see – it’s like a funnel” – I don’t think I’ve ever heard him laugh so much.
Things I’ve learned from my Father: It was okay to cry
Perhaps in his older age, he has been more sentimental. Or perhaps he has always been a big softy – I just never knew it.
We’ve talked a lot and sometimes yes – there were tears.
He’d get a card or a message from someone and he would tear up…
My best memory was him reading 60 memories from family and friends for his 60th birthday. He read them all out of order and chuckled at each and every one. He laughed at the funnel story that I just HAD to tell and cried at a few other personal stories that others enjoyed with him.
No matter what – he never was afraid to cry.
Things I’ve learned from my father: He will always be this kickass Father
We may not always see eye to eye. But I know that he will always mean well. He’s my Father – and that’s pretty special.
He has laughed at the time I made him spill chocolate milk while hitting a curb. Granted at the time it wasn’t as funny as it is looking back. Oops?
Overall he’s a pretty cool dad – I guess that most people would think that, but to me, he’s pretty kickass.