As I reflect upon this day, it is bittersweet. I am learning to co-parent with my son’s dad and I am thankful that he is a good and devoted dad. They are spending the day together as they should and they will be making their own memories. And of course, I’m thinking about my dad who is many miles away and I miss him! We have so much fun and laughs together and have always shared a special bond in the things we like to do, our silly humor and special inside jokes. I’ll see him later this summer, but I never seem to be back there on the actual holidays.
My daddy is great. He gives great advice such as “don’t be stupid” and he told me to chew gum when he was teaching me to drive a stick because I was grinding my teeth together so hard in my nervous concentration. He has shared with me the importance of marriage and family and how he wants his kids to be happy. Dads are that great combination of tough love and a soft heart.
I spent hours with my dad in his basement workshop helping him with whatever project he was doing. He showed me how to sand, saw, drill, plane, nail, varnish, glue, even use the giant power saw that was incredibly loud and made all the lights in the basement dim when it was on. We made a lot of sawdust! If it wasn’t for him, I would not have been able to install my screen door on my house, fix my fence or make doll furniture. Yes, we made miniature furniture together when I was young. One year we made a fireplace for my dollhouse, it was out of wood but he showed me how to use the saw to notch it to look like a brick façade. I can hear his voice now, “Be careful, don’t cut your finger.” That’s pretty much the first thing I did, sawed right through a finger. I didn’t want him to know so I quickly ran off to the bathroom to stop the bleeding. I ‘fessed up when I came back and he wasn’t even mad. I still have the scar but it was worth it. We made a really cool fireplace.
Another time I needed to take my VW Beetle into the shop to have something fixed, a spark plug or something…well, he told me exactly what to say to the mechanic when I went in, followed up by “Now don’t tell him you want a tune-up.” So, the first thing out of my mouth to the mechanic was, “I want a tune-up.” Ha ha, I remember him laughing and I was trying to correct myself! It’s hilarious because I wanted to do the right thing for my dad but I got too flustered. But you know these are the learning moments, he was giving me the opportunity and the confidence to do things I needed to do and I’ve never gone in for a tune-up since. Do I need to?
I could go on and on with daddy stories: the time we went to the father/daughter Girl Scout box supper, we square danced and had a “medium” time; all the times he came upstairs to my room to kill a spider; all the times he was there for me. I just so happy he’s here and he gets to see my son when we visit. We also love cu-potatoes! Love you Daddy!
Happy Father’s Day to all! JOY!