I Want To Thank You, Dad

Woman empowerment is great and all but it is Daddy’s week. Let’s take a step back to thank the males in our lives with Father’s Day quickly approaching. The absence of positive male role models in kids lives impact children more than people realize. With the absence of a male figure the rates are higher on teen dropout rates, drug use, unwanted pregnancy--I could go on forever. There is a serious problem in America with men forgetting how to be men. A woman doesn’t create a baby alone, a male contributes to the process and should be equally as responsible for the upbringing of that child. So can we make a deal? Let’s start making an enormous deal out of Father’s Day, let’s celebrate and cherish all the positive men role models in our lives because they deserve to be recognized too!

I have been fortunate, my life has been abundantly filled with positive role models, but nothing compares to the love between a dad and daughter. I could start by thanking my dad for the obvious materialistic things he has done for me but I think I’ll dive headfirst into the rawness. My Dad made me read the book The Shack a few years back, some things have always stuck out to me from that book and truly reminded me of my dad. “Life takes a bit of time and a lot of relationship.” If you know my dad you know this is something he would agree with, life only happens once and it is all about relationships, take the extra time for people because you never know what their story is. My dad values people’s stories past and present. What a good quality the world needs more of! So thinking about all these great qualities my dad brings to this world, I thought it only fitting that I write a little letter to the man that has loved me at my best and loved me even more at my worst. Dad--stop faking a cough trying to hide that you are about to cry, I haven’t even said anything yet silly!!!

With that being said, I want to thank you for letting me see you cry so I could understand that the phrase boys don’t cry may be true but a real man isn’t ashamed to show some raw emotions and a tender heart.

I want to thank you for all the small decisions that you made on a daily basis that always led to something bigger, whether good or bad. I will never know all the choices you have made, nor do I want to because that’s what made you the best, you let me be just a kid.

I want to thank you for the times that I cried as a baby and you stayed up rocking me in the same rocking chair that I now rock my own baby in every night. You have told me before how you used to love to listen to me breathe in those quiet moments with just you and me. I often think of that when I am sharing those same quiet moments with Hutton. How magical those soft releases of air can be…

I want to thank you for all the bedtime stories you so patiently listened to me stutter out even after you’d put in extra hours at work that day. Some dads would’ve sat in their chair watching sports but not you, you chose to lay with mom and me reading those stories. Never forgetting to “lock the monsters” in my closet so I wouldn’t be scared to sleep alone. And never leaving the room before saying my prayers even when I was pitching a fit for my 8:00 bedtime at the age of 13…I can hear us now, ”Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, if I shall die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. God bless, granny, me, mic, dad, mom, susta, lori, bell, chancey, izzie, beauty and the whole world. Amen.” I now say this same prayer with Hutton at night and can’t wait to hear his little voice repeat the people he loves most.

I want to thank you for all the times you stayed in my room rubbing my hand trying to relax me when I went through that phase where I was too anxious to sleep. Still to this day it is the only thing that will calm me down, so Trey has taken over this duty for you. Or the calming stories you would tell me to make my mind go somewhere else, most memorable being imagining myself laying on a warm rock in the sun. As an adult today I still find myself imagining I’m laying on that rock when I can’t sleep.

I want to thank you for keeping traditions alive. After all, they truly are what make moments so memorable and special. You never miss a chance to tell me a story from your childhood or from my own. I love reminiscing with you.

I want to thank you for all the times you said boys are bad. It kept me from being boy crazy. It is because of you making me always feel worthy and confident that I didn’t have my first real boyfriend until I met my husband. What a catch he is!

I want to thank you for how you have handled the rough times that have been thrown your way recently and years ago, you could’ve easily given up but you preserved and have become stronger forging you into the man you are today. All of the rough patches have turned you further into the love of our family and Christ. Showing me more everyday that family and Jesus really are everything!

I want to thank you for all the times you toted me around on your shoulders because my legs were tired. And all the times you carried me from the car to my bed when I fell asleep with my long blonde hair stuck to my face with slobber.

I want to thank you for everytime you kissed mom or hugged us kids after we had screwed up. You have this way of making us all feel like everything is going to be alright even in the pit of darkness. That takes a special person to radiate that type of positivity!

I want to thank you for letting mom wear the pants—majority of the time at least. It showed me it is okay to be a powerful woman and I can have a voice. The compliments you always give mom and I never seemed important until I look back and realize how secure I am as a woman and do not fear standing tall with my own views and opinions. You have always respected mom even in disagreements, showing me what a healthy marriage looks like, that is so rare these days.

I want to thank you for letting me squeeze your thumb as hard as I can when I am in pain. I am sure it hurts a lot worse now than when I was 5 years old but you still let me do it. That’s another thing Trey did for me while I was delivering Hutton, it made me feel like you were there in spirit! Trey’s thumb was purple so I don’t know that he will continue to be a trooper and let me do it like you have for ever shot or boo-boo all these years, but that is okay!

I want to thank you for being you. I hope you always feel fulfilled and know that you are enough. You were enough. You were more than we deserved. You sacrificed a lot traveling all these years for work but don’t fear for a second that it took away from our father/daughter relationship. You couldn’t have been better because you were and are the best.

“...if anything matters then everything matters. Because you are important, everything you do is important. Every time you forgive, the universe changes; every time you reach out and touch a heart or a life, the world changes; with every kindness and service, seen or unseen, my purposes are accomplished and nothing will be the same again.”

Thanks for always making me feel important. Smart. And loved. But mostly thank you for teaching me to love others with a tender heart and love with all I have, for life is too short to not love hard. You should be so proud of the family you have created, the two kids you have raised, and grandkids you are helping raise. Keep it up "Pops"! 

I love you Dad and I want to thank you.

Chatt Later,

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