I’m not certain if it’s Father’s Day. A�I believe it is, at least in some corner of the world. A�Maybe in my corner. A�I’m confused with dates, and times, and days now. A�Maybe not just now, but always. A�I’m fairly certain I felt the same way when Mother’s Day happened, feeling it close, but not knowing if I, or my Mom was experiencing it. A�I know I was in Copenhagen then. A�I’m in Oslo now.
I think it’s very beneficial that I write a blog and that I am ridiculously social media connected, as Mom and Dad wouldn’t have the faintest idea where I am any amount of the time. A�I say, “Mom! A�Most kiddos, when they get back from the first trans-con trip with a new airline, at least get a phone call asking how it went!” A�She smartly replies, “I checked with Instagram.” A�She knew she would just fall into voicemail anyway.
My parents are incredible- not perfect, not always right, and not always wrong. A�But solid. A�I need solid. A�The theory that a girl needs her daddy is tossed around often, and this girl has tested that theory to an extreme. A�It’s been proved true. A� My ideals, values, and perception of the world has been shaped and encouraged by a man with the most sensitive soul, the most thoughtful personality, and the silliest sense of humor.
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Vietnam with Dad
I’m not the kid that buys my Dad a Father’s Day gift, or Mom, a Mother’s Day card. A�I forget things like that, along with reading work emails, or where I put my car keys. A�It might not be Father’s Day, but I think I’m close and personally, I don’t believe any day is a wrong day to appreciate the people in your world that have so formatively shaped who you are, and who you will become. A�So this is my simple gift to fathers and my Daddy in particular.
At 28, I still come home, with chaos in tow, unsettling any semblance of calm that had existed in the house moments before. A�Suitcases strewn, and dirty clothes tossed, Dad rarely complains. A�He still gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, letting me know that he has to change the water in the almond orchard, but he will be back to talk to his Sweet-Sweet. A�He is always there. A�I know he will always be there.
He’s the man who tells me constantly how proud he is of me, how smart I am, and how he marvels at my ability to risk. A�I cry that I am terrified, and if only people could see me shaking in sobs of fear, they would see that bravery doesn’t look so strong. A�He hugs me, holds me, and rationalizes that I will be ok. A�He hates my tears, and drama. A�I know he does, but his love is stronger than any dislike of my emotions.
I am thankful for my parent’s prayers, for my father’s faith, although I may not involve myself so extensively, it grounds him, his marriage, and me. A�I see it. A�I admire the man that he is, the way that he lives. A�Character, over money, possessions, status, or power, is a foundation that is such a gift that I would not trade.
I want to go on, and continue to write. A�To tell of our trip to Thailand and Vietnam, and about how he sits and listens to me, giving me 100 percent attention. A�About how he taught me to fly when I was 16. A�About the things he says that make me laugh, and the way that we can talk about business and entrepreneurship together, but I’m tired. A�Jetlag, and this life does that to me. A�But if you take one thing away from this it is that you NEVER can underestimate the presence of a dad in a little girls life. A�I understand more and more, with every far away destination and new adventure, my Dad is a rare type; quality and incredible.
Daddy, I love you…