Happy Father’s Day

Filed Under (The Fam) by Amy on 06-17-2007

Here’s to all the dads out there - hope you have a wonderful day filled with pleasant memories. I’ll be spending time with my dad today - a fact that makes me extremely happy. The older I get, the more I love, appreciate and understand my dad and the way he raised us. I used to have so many criticisms. I hated that he disciplined us with physical force. I hated that he had an explosive temper that came out of left field. I hated that he was so strict and over-protective. I hated that he always wanted to be involved in my business. I hated that he didn’t allow us to speak our minds. Today I still don’t agree with a lot of those things, but I have compassion for the man who acted out in anger or frustration. I understand what it’s like to feel those feelings with my own kids. I know that my dad did the best job he knew how to at the time. I also know that he did so many of those things I hated out of love. He wanted nothing but the best for me and my siblings - he just didn’t know how to always make that happen. Who among us as parents does?

Years ago, I hated listening to the stories and tales my dad would spin. He can take an hour to tell you about something that transpired in 5 minutes. Today I relish in those stories because I know the day when I won’t be able to hear them at all will be here before I know it. It’s almost odd to say it, but I feel like at 37 years old, I am falling in love with my parents for the first time. I miss them like crazy when I haven’t seen or heard from them in a few days. I love all their quirks and idiosyncrasies that used to drive me absolutely crazy. I feel calm, safe, and secure in their presence where I used to feel annoyed, agitated, and discontent.

As my boys head into their teenage years, I will probably need to remind myself how my feelings have recently changed - so that the hurt of them cutting the apron strings will only be a nick on my skin instead of a deep wound requiring stitches. As they utter the words, “I hate you!,” as they are apt to do, I will have to remind myself that it’s temporary and one day, they, too, will come to understand and appreciate me and their father once again. Ahhh - the circle of life.

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