Today is Father's Day. I just got done talking to my dad. I feel like I don't say "thank you" to him often enough. So Dad, this post is just for you from me.
When I was small my dad seemed so tall. I remember being about 3 or 4 years old and just being fascinated by him. We lived in a tiny little house that only had one bathroom. I'd sit on the toilet seat and watch him shave. It amazed me. A lot of times he'd reach down and playfully plop a little dab of shaving cream on my nose. When I was a little older, probably about 8, I was in Brownies. In those days the Brownie uniform had an orange tie that had to be tied. It was dad who stood behind me and showed me how to tie my tie. I can say with all honesty that I still know how to tie a tie and have even taught a couple boyfriends how to do the same.
When I was a teenager we didn't always see eye to eye. I did things I shouldn't have, like take the Jeep when I wasn't supposed to, or leave my job at his office because it was "an awesome beach day," but he always forgave me and let me have a second chance. As a single parent of a pre-teen daughter I can see the incredible wisdom in second chances, even third chances. Thanks Dad.
As a young adult, I made some pretty stupid mistakes with finances and life choices. My dad would shake his head and say "what were you thinking?" Most of the time I didn't have an answer or thought better of answering, usually it was the latter because at the time I hadn't been thinking. In the end, even when he didn't really want to, he always helped me out and tried his best to guide me to make better decisions.
When I became a parent 12 years ago, he wanted me to wait. He wanted me to rethink my decision. It was a rocky few days. Looking back on that now, he knew what I would be up against as a single parent. It wasn't that he didn't want me to do it, he just knew how hard it would be, and still being the father, he wanted me to make sure that I knew what I would be facing. After all I was living in a new city far from home and family. When I placed Kaysie in his arms a few weeks later, it was all over. All the harsh words and things said in anger evaporated and there he was Grand-dad Joe T with his little Kaysie girl. Another Moore girl for him to love, and he has.
Now here we are Father's Day 2012. Thanks Dad. Thank you for all of your wisdom, worrying and guidance. Thank you for giving me some great qualities - your easy going nature, ability to roll with whatever is thrown your way, your love of spontaneity, your hearty laugh, your mad golf skills and love for the game, but most of all thank you for your generous loving spirit. That will be your legacy Dad - through it all you loved me anyway. I'm a lucky girl, and always a Daddy's Girl. Happy Father's Day!
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