Sorting Through the Clutter If you somehow were able to unearth my diary amidst the clutter of my room, then you would probably find something like this... |
Monday, March 22, 2010 My dad is the greatest dad to have ever walked the Earth. My mom died when my little brother and I were just kids. I was 10, just teetering on the edge of tween-hood and my brother was still sleeping in his carebear bedsheets. My dad single-handedly raised my brother and I. He was both my mother and father. I didn't really have a mother figure in my life during my formative teen years, but I was never in need of a role model. He taught me to be strong-minded and strong-willed, yet at the same time gentle, respectful, and compassionate. He taught me to love because he unconditionally loved me. In grade school, he would drive my brother and I around on weeknights and all weekend to our piano, swimming, skating, violin, and art lessons. He high school, he always made sure that my brother and I were never in need of anything. When I moved away to university, he would bring salt to sprinkle on my walkway so I wouldn't slip while running late to class. During one really bad winter, when I nearly spun out on the highway while driving back to university, I called him in tears from the highway. He offered to drive up into the snowstorm to get me. I wouldn't let him do that, so instead he stayed on the phone with me and navigated me through all the local roads until I had driven through 3 cities and arrived back on campus. When I graduated and moved into the big city to live on my own, he would bring me homemade soup when I got sick and couldn't stomach anything else. Now that I'm all grown up (for the most part), I recognize what a blessing my dad is and how much I can still learn from him. I cherish ever moment I spend with him. Labels: Grown Up Stuff, Thoughts posted by Jenn | 8:35 PM | |
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