Something happened when I looked at FB this week. A lot of people were acknowledging their living & deceased fathers for Father’s Day. I was struck by the numbers of those who lost their fathers, both recently and a long time ago.
Fathers, according to psychologists, give females their math ability & sense of femininity. You know, fathers say “You’re such a pretty little girl” and we mothers say “We want you to be independent and this is how you can go about doing that“. This is a generalization, but they add that nuance to who we ultimately become.
My dad was a high school principal, to him I was “Little Harriette“. He passed when I was 12 years old. And I think I get my sense of humor and fun-loving-ness from the man they called “Chief“. Sometimes our daughters accuse me of just going for the joke all the time.😎 OK, I may do that a bit too often. But I love having fun, I love laughing, I think life should be a joy!
And I do miss my dad! He taught me how to ride a bike without training wheels. I remember going around and around that garage with him holding the bike up until I saw him just standing there looking at me – filled with pride as I pedaled it all by myself. I think about him at random times, like when I am in my solitary thoughts while running. It’s kind of surreal to have memories of him fixed in time over 50 years later.
I don’t know where I’m going with this. In truth, I just felt I wanted to acknowledge him and say even though he was only in my life for the first 12 years, the impact was incomprehensible! It made such a difference. But then, that’s all anyone can ask – to make a difference in the life of another person regardless of the length of time, especially when that difference is filled with love.
“Our thoughts and imagination are the only real limits to our possibilities.” – Orison Swett Marden
Love you madly,