Dear Pops,
I know over the years we have always had our differences and I was always attached to mom. We argued every day it seemed and we were always butting heads. As I got older, the fights didn’t stop, but there was one thing that was always there, I just couldn’t see it at the time. That one thing was the sacrifices you made for me. You still make them for me to this day, and I am honestly so grateful.
High school was rough. I was already a hormonal teenage girl for one, but we never seemed to understand each other, which caused, even more, fights. Sometimes, our fights would get really bad, but I’m not here to talk about the fights. I am here to thank you for everything you have done for me lately. Such as, pay my car insurance when you know I can’t. You finally understand I am a broke college student just trying to survive, so I don’t always have $200 a month for my car. Thank you for the couple of times you put money on my card for coffee or laundry. It wasn’t often, but the times you did send me money, helped a lot. Since I am always in the library studying, coffee is essential to surviving. Thank you for the time you allowed me to buy groceries with your credit card. We all struggle at times, and if it wasn’t for you I would’ve starved. OK, so maybe I wouldn’t have starved, but I sure would’ve been hungry.
You have done these things for me my whole life, but I have only ever focused on the negative things or the fights we had. I never paid attention to the times you actually showed you cared. But now, being away at college and only getting to see you every couple of months, I learned to appreciate you and the things you do for me, and the time we spend together. Our time together isn’t very often, or for very long, but I must say I am thankful for what you do and the time you take out of your day for me. I think you finally understand me and what I am going through. I am not sure what has changed, but I think it is helping us grow stronger together. I love you so much, Dad. You will always be my favorite “popsicle” AKA Dad.
Love,
Your Baby Girl
