I am so grateful for my experience–I was raised by two loving parents who have been married for decades. And in honor of Fathers’ Day I want to share what I love about my father.
He is loyal and trustworthy.
I can tell my dad anything knowing that he will hold it in confidence and not tell anyone, particularly my siblings or my mother. This was huge to me during my wild years when I got into more trouble than I’d like to admit. I knew I could always go to my dad.
His integrity is impeccable.
My dad keeps his word. He honors his commitments. He always does the “right” thing, the moral, kind thing. I have never heard my dad say a curse word. Ever. I’m not sure if he’s ever said one in his life. Maybe pre-kids or something, I’ll have to ask him. But as long as I’ve known him, no cursing. No lying. He’s such a beautiful combination of honest, kind, and trustworthy. A genuinely good man.
He’s very intelligent.
My dad seems to know just about everything. He is a voracious reader and he does daily math problems to stay sharp. I love how much I can learn from my father. I love his mind and his consistent acquisition of new knowledge. I love how much he reads.
He makes to-do lists and he actually does them.
As long as I’ve known him he’s written out to-do lists by hand (despite being a doctor he has incredible handwriting), and then proceeded to actually do everything on his list and cross it all off as he goes. My mom says he’s always been like that. He does what he says he’s going to do.
My dad gives and gives and gives, and he loves doing it. As an emergency and shock trauma physician, he used his intelligence, integrity, work ethic, and interpersonal skills to save lives. In addition, he is always willing to help guide me with legal, financial, or business decisions. And not only me– my dad volunteers his time and his knowledge to so many of my friends. He’s helped some of my friends set up their investment and retirement accounts and has helped dozens more with their health concerns.
He financed me through college AND taught me about money.
Not only did my parents pay my college expenses, they were incredibly kind, loving, and generous my whole childhood. They paid for all of the following: ballet, tap, jazz, gymnastics, soccer, cheerleading, violin, piano, voice, ice skating, skiing, and a summer science and math camp (where one year I discovered theatre!). Every week my dad would order books from Books-A-Million and we could order as many as we’d like. I could get dozens of violin books. They bought me a nice violin.
But if I wanted a shirt or money for a manicure? I was told I could weed the garden for minimum wage. I love them SO SO much for that. I love that anything academic or skill building, they supported financially. They gave me the tools to pursue my passions and develop my talents. But when it came to anything else – movies with friends, nails, new clothes, highlights or fancy hair cuts — I was on my own. I began working at 15 years old (Dairy Queen was my first job) and I never stopped.
My siblings and I received an allowance each week. $2 a week as a 10 year old and then each year it would go up. If I had made it to 18 I would have received $10 a week. I never made it that far… got grounded at 16 and had my allowance revoked. (A story for another time.) My dad ran our allowance like a bank account. Interest accrued and everything to teach us the value of savings. He used a DOS program he probably coded himself.
Thank you Mummy and Daddy for my life.
Thank you for teaching me.
Thank you for loving me.
Thank you for my childhood.
I am so blessed and grateful for you both.
Happy Fathers’ Day.
Side note: My father is also super private and hopefully won’t be too upset that I wrote a public blog post about him! Fingers crossed!