I just wanted you to know that the things you taught me and the example you set for me made me the woman, wife, and mother that I am today. In spite of all the times I slammed my door, argued with you, and pouted when I got mad – I was listening. At least most of the time.
You taught me how to remove stitches when I was 10 – who needs a doctor when you can do it yourself?
You taught me that coconut cream pie and a Coke is the REAL breakfast of champions
You taught me that Christmas trees don’t have to be purchased – there are plenty available off the side of the road, over the fence and through the woods – you just have to bring your own saw and HURRY!
You taught me that “IT’S NOT TO REASON WHY, IT’S TO DO OR DIE”
You taught me how to drive a stick shift – or, rather, you frowned and yelled a lot and I cried – but I learned and I’m the one who taught my kids
You taught me that when you disciplined me it was hurting you worse than it was hurting me – hmmm, still not quite sure about that one
You taught me not to do as you DID, but to do as you SAID – I’ve used that one a few times myself
You never swore, except to Pete, whoever that was
And most importantly, you continue to teach me that I can count on you and you will always, always be there for me.
That was proven first in 1972 when our life became just the two of us. I can never thank you enough for taking on the responsibility of raising a 9-year-old me. That was not easy, I’m certain.
“I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father’s protection.” Sigmund Freud
Freud was right, but not just in childhood, forever.