Happy Father’s Day!
Woman in the Middle | June 16, 2013I have been so lucky in my life. I had a great Dad and my Hubby is a great father to my girls. It dawned on me, in contemplating Father’s Day, that I have never really written about my Dad in this blog. It is certainly time to rectify that omission!
My Dad was tall, and that kind of spoiled my in my teenage years. Aren’t all men 6 feet tall? No, no they are not! He loved sports, but basketball was his favorite. He played basketball in high school. In my sophomore year of high school, before I became too cool to be seen in public with my parents, my dad and I went to basketball games together at my school. At one particular game, Dad was yelling at one of the players, as people tend to do at basketball games. He was saying something like “Get your hands up” or “Play offense” except that he was using the player’s name. Oh, I was so embarrassed! I told Dad to stop it, and he said, “Why? His dad is yelling the same thing!”
Another funny memory also comes from those teen age years. Dad and Mom were going to get pizza with a couple they knew. Dad came out of the bedroom with a pair of medium brown pants and a shirt that was primarily pink. (Keep in mind, this was the 70s) I was appalled by this color combination! Dad didn’t agree and I keep harassing him with how awful the shirt looked with those pants. I just about had him convinced that he needed to go change his shirt when there was a knock at the door. Their friends had arrived. When Mr. and Mrs.. Skinner walked in the door, Mr.. Skinner was wearing almost the EXACT same outfit as my dad, except his shirt was a lavender print, instead of pink. This was not lost on my Dad and he shot me the biggest grin! Needless to say, I lost that argument big time!
My Dad didn’t go to college, but he sure wanted me to. When my first quarter grades came out, I had gotten a C minus in my English class. Dad didn’t say a word to me but, instead, consulted with a man he respected, a man who had gone to college and whose children had gone to college. That man, Mr. Taylor, told Dad I would be fine. And guess what, I was! That was the type of man my Dad was, not afraid to seek out the consul of others who might have more knowledge than he did.
My Dad was amazing, as I am sure your Dad was (or is)! Hope you have a great Father’s Day!
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