Do you ever have those times where you think you don’t have any other options, time is spinning crazily and things are not going the way you want? Just when you think there’s nothing you can do, someone comes in with options you didn't think about previously. This person wants the absolute best for you and works the hardest to make sure you have that game, that book, that new CD, that new shirt, that something. This person encourages you to do great things. When you didn’t win the game, they remind you of the next game. They are the head and protector of the family and the one who you can always count on to be there for you when nobody else will.
The real heroes are dads.
Until a few years ago, I didn’t understand how blessed I was to have a dad that loves me, my mom and my sister. I took for granted so many times the dad that spent time working to provide for my wants. There were times I wanted what other people had, like four-wheelers and other cool things like that, and I found myself upset at my dad because he wouldn’t get me one. But how selfish was I, and I didn't even see it? How selfish can we all be to want what another person has and be mad at our parents because they didn’t get it?
At a young age, my dad thought it was important to teach us (my sister and me) hard work because there was a lack of it in the workplace 20-plus years ago. I found myself with dad outside working in the yard, watching and learning all that he taught me. I learned how to take trees from the ground and replant them in places that had better chances. He taught me not to play with fire (see how that worked out), even though I retained the pyromania in the blood he gave me. I don't have the time to write all of the other things.
I found myself jealous that he didn’t get to teach me other things. The things he did get to do has been shown throughout the years, like fishing. I can catch fish all day long, but he still manages to catch the bigger fish (imagine that, huh). How could I not be more blinded to see what I had, though?
Some of my friends that I call family lost their dad recently and won’t be able to tell him they love him and celebrate Father’s Day with him. I just wish they could have gotten one more day with him. I can’t imagine losing my dad, and I don’t want to know that feeling yet. When I got in my wreck a few weeks ago, the first person I called was my dad. One, I knew he would answer the phone so early in the morning, but I also trusted that he would know what to do.
One of my favorite pictures is of me is when I was around two-years-old and with my dad. My dad is looking at me with the love I can only hope I get the chance to experience with my own kids someday. That has to be the best feeling right, to be a dad? I’d like to think so.
If you are one someone who still has their dad, yes, they get on your nerves, but sit back and take in the fact that they are here in your life. One day they’ll be gone and we will have to figure it out on our own without them. To all the new fathers, congratulations! And to the ones that we have taken for granted, we love you. To my dad, thank you for showing everything that you know and do for me. I’m so grateful beyond words. Happy Father’s Day.
