Good Moning🌷 Happy fathers day to all dads out there. Feeling more myself today….it’s always a relief (see I’m like a rubber band…I always bounce back with a vengeance. 😂💪👊 )
I read a similar article, to the one attached, years ago and it really resonated with me. If I am completely honest and take off my rose🌹 coloured glasses👓 my father wasn’t a very hands-on type of dad. In fact I don’t actually ever remember just hanging out alone with him or doing any fun kid stuff. He never played any sports with me. We never had any deep conversations about life. (A man of few words😂) He never gave me any pearls of wisdom. He often turned a blind eye and stayed completely uninvolved when my mother and I were just about to murder each other😂 (I think that might have been the safest choice)
But that being said this is what I do know about my father.
He was there.
He came home from work, every day, and was absolutely delighted to see me.
He let me sit on his work briefcase as soon as he walked through the door. (not sure why I loved doing that😊)
He always let me sit on his lap and have a sip of his brandy and coke every night😂 (and look I’m mostly a none drinker now👍👊💪)
He hung my grade 4 school project on Guatemala in his office at work for yeeeeeeaaarrrs until he retired ( I felt his pride)
He couldn’t help but throw his arms around me in public and declare : “Isn’t my daughter the most beautiful girl in the world” (much to my absolute embarrassment😳)
He adored his mother and did everything he could to care for her after his father died quite young. (She died before I was born but it was something my mum always told me. Her good advice was..”Watch how a man treats his mother…it says a lot”)
He hated that my mother was so ‘extraverted’ and always moaned that she was continually wanting to make plans for them to go out. But that being said..once they were out, he and my mother were usually the ‘life and soul’ of any party with their constant bantering and his raucous laugh. (Clearly, my dad was an ambivert too😊).
My dad had a naughty playful sense of humour which meant he was always playing jokes on other people. I grew up with him affectionately calling Anna (our domestic) “
My dad was a huge stirrer and once got given a
“Breeeeeendaaaaaaa look what your daughter is wearing she can’t go out like that. Make her change!!!” My mum would always come out smile sweetly and say: “Come on Roly she looks beautiful, she’ only young once! ” Then he would hug me tight as if to remind me that I was his girl.
Mum: Have fun my darling! 😁
Dad: Not
Seriously it was like a ritual with them. Good cop, bad cop.👮👮
I started working as a waitress at a Hotel on the weekends when I was 16 years old and I often worked at weddings. No matter what or when my dad would get up at all hours of the morning to come and fetch me in his pjs and slippers. Not once, not ever did he complain about my late nights…not even in a joking way. The understood message I got was: “I will do anything to ensure you are safe. “
My dad was a notorious ladies man and had lots of ‘girl’ friends (or “dolly birds” as he used to call them)…. that he just loved hugging. (My dad was a big hugger.🤗- see it’s hereditary) His favourite girlfriend was my Aunt Stella…who flew in for his surprise 50th birthday party and was presented to him in his new easy boy chair, as a gift from my mother. I am so glad my mum wasn’t insecure about his love of flirting…because it was just him. 😍
My parents have both been my biggest fans as a writer and my dad continually told me I needed to write a book. (L❤ved his continued belief in me)
I am so grateful that I had such a loving father figure growing up. I may still be single ….. But I can say without a shadow of a doubt I have dated some awesome men in my time who have always treated me well (par for one or two terrible ones that slipped through my judgement radar😂 …but they never lasted longer than a few weeks).
I put this down to my
After I spoke at my dads funeral, a lady I have never met before came up to me and tearfully admitted: “I never had a dad love me like that.” It just broke my heart.💔
So I am dedicating this post to anyone out there who wasn’t one of the lucky ones. Maybe your dad died young and you were robbed of time. Maybe you never even got to know your father….or maybe he was there and just didn’t know how to be the father that you needed. It’s never easy dealing with loss in whatever form it comes. So I’m sending you all the love in the world and a huge hug to remind you that you to “Are the most beautiful person in the world”
With all my love
Gayle
💖❤💓💙💗💞💟💝🐝💐🌷
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