Thank you, Dad!
It’s Sunday as I write this and I’m shocked by what I’m about to say, but I think I’ve had too much coffee. I made myself an iced coffee and ooh it is hitting me.
Background music is Judah and The Lion “Beautiful Anyway.” The lyric “Raise your hand and take a second to breathe in”, is sticking in my head right now.
More and more I have been trying really hard to live in the moment. Put my phone down, get off social media, get out of my head. It’s a pretty tricky thing to do with everything going on.
Especially where we live. We have made the news A LOT. For nothing good. As a family we try to maintain a bubble and our center is my Dad.
Today coincidentally is his birthday.
My Dad good, bad or otherwise is the person I hold others up to. He and my Mom have been married for almost forty nine years and again they have a marriage, relationship and friendship that I aspire to.
When my own marriage failed. I felt defeated. I felt like a failure. I think there is a misconception sometimes that just because people are thriving after a divorce that it was an easy decision or journey.
My Dad has never once made me feel like it was easy. He has never once made me feel like I made the wrong choice. I know he hurts for my daughter and how it has impacted her and me.
But aside from a few things. That has always been my Dad. Never making me feel bad in my choices. Even when I know they were not the ones he would have made. And standing nearby just in case I might need a hand.
If I am being honest, there are certain parts of my life I have glossed over because I don’t want my Dad to take on anymore than he does for me. Not that he would, but he would.
He has allowed me to be a realistic dreamer.
Taught me to question things.
He is helping me and he doesn’t know this, get my confidence back.
He helped my daughter and I get back on our feet.
He is helping me find my voice again.
And he has always shown me how to love my daughter with my whole heart.
So this was a rambling thank you to my Dad, but the older my daughter gets the cliches are true. I get it. Those lessons my parents taught me. Why they did what they did.
And I’m beyond thankful for them.
Especially right now.
Be safe Mommas