Any man can be a father......it takes someone special to be a Dad.
June 16th, 2013
My mother may have taught me to speak.......but my father has taught me to choose my words wisely; and for that matter, when to shut my mouth.
Life taught me to fight......but my father has taught me to pick my battles.
Giving in doesn't necessarily mean giving up & not every question has a logical answer.
"No" means No.......and for no other reason than he said so. <----His patience in teaching me this lesson had to have been stretched thin :) I've always been a "why?" kind of girl.....it's taken a while, but his "No" doesn't inspire a "why?" anymore, it simply inspires acquiescence.
I may often times see the worst in others......but that doesn't ever mean I don't have to personally do my best.
Patience is acquired not innate......I may not have been blessed with the virtue, but I am capable of learning it.
Someone else being wrong does not necessarily make me right.
"Walling myself off" from the world hurt no one but me.
"Fair" is a 4-letter F word......he defines it and my agreeing is irrelevant. ;)
Some things in this world I can not control........my reactions to this world, I can.
Beginning any conversation with "I love you Daddy" will *always* get the same response: "what did you do?"
Driving is a privilege, not a right......and traffic tickets are *not* appropriate "collectibles."
There is not a fear in this world that his voice can't ease.......and no stressor that wont quickly dissipate when he wraps me in his arms.
Every bratty action has an opposite & equal disciplinary reaction.
Never settle.......period.
"Most girls" may be vulgar, unruly brats......I am *not* 'most girls'....I am different because I am *His.*
Ignorance is not curable......my pointing it out & getting angry, still ain't fixing the problem.
A disapproving look can break my heart........the tone, not volume, of his voice can make me cry.
Loving & trusting may be difficult but it is essential to happiness.
Some lessons taught through his words......other through his actions......and several over his knee.......all equally important. Being a parent is the most difficult job in this world, but by far the most rewarding. The most incredible thing is this man never *had* to raise me.....he *chose* to. I learn more from him every day; his strength, his devotion, his character.....in a word: amazing.
Happy Father's Day, Daddy!
I love you.
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