Thank you for your kindness, your patience, your encouragement, your wisdom, your love, your faith, your support and your discipline. I know there were a lot of times when I did not appreciate any of these things, but I stand here today, in full awareness that I would not be the woman that I am nor would I be on the journey that I am on if it had not been for these things. Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for getting up when you fell down because it still shows me how to get up when I fall down. Thank you for your relentless work ethic and the blessing it has brought me and my children. Thank you for loving Mom. Thank you for loving us. Happy Father’s Day.
Thank You, God, for my Dad.
A lot of times, our parents are our first superheroes. From where we stand as children they tower over us and do things that we can’t imagine like cooking and driving cars. Eventually, what was so whimsical to us becomes mundane and we are faced with the fact that not only are our parents not perfect, but they are completely mortal. When I was a kid, just about everything my father did seemed amazing (including the crepes he used to make for us on Saturdays).
Then there was the fact that he hardly ever was sick or in pain or anything, at least not where we children could see. I understand that he wanted to be strong for us, but sometimes it made us think that we had to be the same way. I think that it has been a tremendous gift to us (his children), these past few years, to see the flesh and blood side of the man we thought was made of iron. He is still amazing to us, flaws and all. Thank you, Dad. Happy Father’s Day!