I have a million or more memories with my dad.
Like when he taught me to ride a bike without training wheels in the heat of one summer afternoon. Despite skinned knees and a few tears, he stuck with me the whole way. My dad would say, “Once at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.” It's a motto he instilled in me at an even earlier age (I think he made me recite it a million times until 1. I could say it correctly and 2. I believed it).
Or when I would stay home sick from school, he would always find me the best movies to watch on TV. "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" (which I would have NEVER picked out for myself) is still one of my favorites.
He drove me to school every day, stopping at the post office beforehand to get the mail, which I loved doing as a little girl. He always instructed me to hold the door open for others (especially the elderly), and to this day I can’t enter a post office without thinking of my dad OR holding the door open for someone.
On airplanes, takeoffs would make me nervous, so he would settle me down. “Are you ready?” he’d say. “We’re going to take off like a big bird in the sky.” And then he’d take his hand and make a flying gesture, and I was so focused on his hand that I hadn’t even noticed we were off the ground.
He bought me my first digital camera, built me a batting cage, taught me to change a flat tire, introduced me to The Eagles, The Beatles and Bob Dylan, has never judged me, and has always told me how proud he is of me.
I’m sure he never thought all of the little things would actually turn out to be big things in my life, and I’m so thankful he took the time to do them. I’m thankful because, without even knowing it, he has taught me to be a better parent to my own children.
So thanks, Dad. Happy Father’s Day.
I’m sure he never thought all of the little things would actually turn out to be big things in my life, and I’m so thankful he took the time to do them.