Happy Father’s Day to All Of You Dads
Happy Father’s Day to all of you dads.
To all the dads, husbands, sons, grandfathers, uncles, brothers, step dads, foster dads, and all the male friends that play a fatherly role to our child, thank you for all you do.
Not always appreciated and always there, dad’s fill life with laughter, love, and advice. Always ready to give a hand.
I was very fortunate
I was very fortunate to be raised by a great man who always was there, rain or shine. He loved his boys and had a bit of a hard time with me as a girl, and quite strict. Not because of any heartaches that I may have caused him, but because he had no idea how to deal with a girl. In his book, I was the black hole of the unknown.
Because of him, my passion for reading developed even further. He was an avid reader with a book between his hands all the time. More of a literature kind of man. As well as reading the newspaper from cover to cover. Loved dance and history.
Loved to read, good food, history. You could give him a date in time and he could tell you all historical events from that point on. And then there was math. He could do any math in his head so fast that your head will spin.
I had to learn the basics of mechanics
He was the person that will not allow me to ride my motorcycle until I knew the basics of mechanics. So here I am at 15 having to learn the basics. How to clean my spark plug and change my brake cable just in case it broke. How weird and strange that may sound to you now, trust me when I say that it became very handy when my gear cable broke right in the middle of Paris. And AAA road assistance was not available either.
When I moved on to a car, the same teaching adding how to change a tire. To this day I am aware of when things are not right with my car.
He never got upset, but once you did something wrong you wish he would get mad instead of we need to talk look. It always ended on me crying and him getting his point across and well taken.
However, he was fair and always listened to all sides of the story, and never jumped to conclusions.
He was the true gentleman
Etiquette and table manners were so important to him. He had no tolerance for bad manners and dare you not eat with your mouth open. To this day I still have his words in the back of my mind, and when I tell my son to stand straight, I snicker under my lips thinking of him and how many times he told my brother and me those words.
He always put ladies first by allowing them into a room first, opening the car door or any door for that matter.
An impeccable dresser. Casual or dressy you could always count on him to have a presence.
One of his pet peeve was clean nails and hands.
He thought me this: Dress like a woman, act like a woman, think like a man.
It has been my life motto ever since.
I am thankful and grateful that he was my dad. He set the standard of how a gentleman should be. How a man should treat a woman.
As I see my son with his dad, my heart is full of love. I see firsthand how wonderfully their relationship has grown and evolved. My role as a mother, may it be ever-present, has changed and my son seeks the advice of his father, as a man not as a boy.
Heart warming and thankful that he is there to listen, guide and encourage.
To all of you, dad’s, Happy Father’s Day and Thank You for all you do.