He buoyed me as a child to build my skills and confidence. When I was in the throes of adolescent struggle, he kept me going forward. He taught me not to lose my motivation, to reset my attitude to good, to try again the next day, even as I faced challenges and many failures.
There are so many parenting books about how to be a good father and yet there is only one mark of parenting that we often forget: the art of showing up. Simply arriving with your hands and heart open to whatever your child needs.
They all remember his kindness, his compassion and the love that he would show others. It is always remarkable to me and it serves as a check in my own spirit. If I received ten percent of these traits from my father I am blessed beyond measure.
“Rejoice in your suffering” sounds great on paper, but it’s not easy to dance between the raindrops. Yet, that’s what we’re called to do.
If there is one thing about me that people can find likeable, it would be that. I inherited that trait from my father.
I want to thank my dad for giving me the opportunity to get to know myself and develop into the woman I am today.