This weekend most North American households will be celebrating Father’s Day in some way. We’ll have brunch with my father-in-law and extended family honoring him.
I’ve shared with you the loss of my dad so I can’t celebrate Father’s Day with him. When reading ideas on other blogs about gifts I realized that I can give him a gift which is to remember him and share these lessons he left behind.
Fathers can be Hands-on
It was common in the 60’s and 70’s for dads to be seen as the provider and leave the child-rearing to the mom. That wasn’t the case in my family. My mom worked outside the home more than not and dad spent time taking care of us.
He also cooked for us and to this day I’ve never tasted a corn chowder as good as his. His love for baseball resulted in us spending many evenings at a ball park leaving me with the same passion for the game.
Gender Is Not a Barrier
My parents had three daughters before the one son. I don’t know if that influenced my dad or not. What I do know is that he was always supportive of his daughters being able to achieve whatever we wanted.
We weren’t treated differently and were taken fishing, to sporting events and oyster hunting. It was clear that using our gender to not do something was an excuse; not a reason.
Defend Your Position
My father was open-minded enough hear us out when we asked permission to do or get something. He also listened and if we could provide sound reasoning (and it was safe) he was known to change his mind.
These debates discussions gave me the confidence to challenge authority respectively. I also learned how to organize and present an argument.
Do a Good Job
My siblings and I had chores. One time I was assigned the task of cleaning the car windows. That was the last thing I wanted to do and my effort wasn’t very good. That didn’t go over well.
I had redo the entire car ensuring there were no streaks. The lesson was don’t bother doing it if it isn’t going to be done well.
In my teen and young adult years my father had a drinking problem. At one point I refused to speak with him for a few years after enduring many drunken calls. He just wanted to speak with his grandsons and I wouldn’t allow it.
The standoff ended when dad was hospitalized after a stroke. My dad never mentioned how coldly I had treated him. He loved me…unconditionally and forgave without me even asking.
Enjoy Sunday and think about the life lessons you learned from your father. Dad, thank you!
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