When I was growing up my dad had a little bit of a bad rap. Not that he was a bad dad or anything, he just happened to be responsible for several of my least favorite things; he was the one who got out us out of bed in the morning, he was the one whose spankings hurt, he was the bogey man (“just wait until I tell your dad when he gets home”).
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that he was a bad dad, by any means. I loved my dad, and more importantly I never doubted he loved me. Some of my favorite childhood memories were out tossing a baseball/football with my dad, or those saturday afternoon sonic runs with just the two of us. Looking back I think it was far more a matter of me just taking him for granted.
Now I was young, and being homeschooled I was a pretty sheltered kid. I just assumed that my dad was doing what all dads did. Even then, I was pretty clueless as to how much my dad actually did. I got my first taste when I was 13 or so and my dad started traveling with his job. He did his best to stay close, but typically he was gone during the week, sometimes even the weekends. This left me to fill the role of, “man of the house”. For me that meant mowing the yard, fixing leaky toilets, and being woken up in the middle of the night occasionally to kill the rogue cockroach. Now, as difficult as this was, it barely touched the responsibilities my dad has carried for years.
My dad, first and foremost has always been an outstanding provider. He always worked to better himself for his families benefit. With five kids he decided to go back to school and get his bachelor’s degree, he went to school during the week and then worked a 40 hour weekend shift in an emergency in order to provide. When needed he worked a 8-5, monday-friday job, then took two part time jobs, one on week day evenings, and another on saturdays. He was willing to work around the clock in order to ensure that his family was taken care of.
In case you didn’t pick up on it in the last paragraph my dad is a pretty selfless person. I think the best example of this, for me anyways, was when I was trying to move from Texas to Pennsylvania. I had rebuilt a ‘72 Super Beetle was running several months behind schedule. I was engaged to be married, in Pennsylvania, in a couple months and desperately needed to be in Pennsylvania. When I finally decided try and move, even though the Beetle was really not ready, my dad decided to do more than simply support me. I was unable to fit everything I wanted to move up to Pennsylvania with me in the Beetle so my dad decided to drive a second vehicle to carry everything else. Now, the trip is a good 24 hour drive, and my dad had just returned from a family vacation, driving almost 12 hours. He didn’t hesitate, he jumped behind the wheel and gladly faced down another 48 hours of driving round trip.
From the start there were issues with the Beetle, and what should have been a two day trip ended up being three. Now, I am skimping on the gritty details, but I honestly don’t think my sanity could have survived the trip without my dad. Not only did he manage to get me down there, but he then turned around drove 24 hours straight to get back to Texas in time to resume work. He was willing to give up a week of vacation to spend 5 days of that in car helping me move halfway across the country. And the only reason I was in such a pickle is that I went against his advice in the first place.
That is the type of man that my father is. He is the type of man that I strive to be every single day of my life, and I have a feeling I will continue to strive for that goal the rest of my life.