Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Happy Birthday Dad

My dad turned 66 a couple of days ago. It's crazy for me to wrap my head around that. Especially since my oldest son and I share the same birth month with him. I find myself comparing my life timeline to his. My son turned 9, so when I was 9 what was my dad doing with his life

As I've mentioned in past posts, I'm competitive, so it's natural for me to look at our fathering styles and career success in a "who was where" type of way. I remember my dad always being too tired to play as I got older. That on the weekends, I would feel let down when it came to active attention from my dad. So I've done what I could to be more active in the day to day; to make lunches each day; to pick the kids up from school; to build Legos, go on walks, head to the playground... To be super active. 

And up until recently, my take away from my own dad was left only on the "what I wanted to do different." And I realize now, all the things I wish I would have done the same from the beginning. 

I realize now that while he may not have been an "active" dad, he was always there. He made it to all of our sporting events. We knew he was there because he would be the loudest supporter.. "Go Vikes!" He would always have advice and a solution to any problem. And he showed me what it was to work hard for the people in your life. To provide. To take care of all the "assets" from each other, to our cars, furniture, and clothes. And he did it so well, that I didn't pay the best attention to it. Until now... I see now all that I was supposed to have learned from my dad. 

As a kid, I would hear my dad say, "I love you more than you'll ever know" any time I told him that I loved him. I now get what he was saying, and I realize that I have some things to fix. It's time for me to to take better care of my "assets" while maintaining some of the active fathering I've done so well.

So, to my dad: Thank you for still always being there for advice and support. I appreciate you and your love for me more than you'll ever know. 

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