Thursday, 13 June 2013

A letter to my dad in honour of Father's Day

Dear Dad,
With Father's Day just around the corner, I've been thinking about you a lot. And I've been reflecting on the ways that you have always shown love to me. I don't know if I have ever been able to relay to you just how much you mean to me. I know you know, that I love you. It has always been easy for me to tell you that. But I don't know if I have ever said thank-you. So.........
Thank-you for letting me sit on your head when I was little. I don't remember doing this, but there are pictures that prove that I did. I assume I must have enjoyed it, otherwise I probably wouldn't have.
Thank-you for always telling me, right from when I was little, that I am beautiful. I am one of the lucky ones. Because not every little girl hears that from her dad.
Thank-you for rubbing my aching legs when I would wake up crying from growing pains in the wee hours of the morning. It always brought so much relief.
Thank-you for saying "no" to me when you needed to. It didn't happen often, but I do remember you saying no one time when I came barging in the house while you were watching the hockey game, and I demanded that you change the channel so I could watch the Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. That was a hard lesson for me, but a good one. (But I do think that is one of the reasons why I hate hockey. And why I hate that stupid theme song!) :)
Thank-you for playing with me and the boys. I love the memories of that ugly brown armchair turned on it's end with you underneath it while we kids tried to pry you out.
Thank-you for always having room for me in your chair. I have countless memories of sitting with you in your recliner. At every age. And I am not ashamed to admit that at 40, I still love to sit with you. Thanks for still letting me.
Thank-you for always having change in your pocket. Oh man, I remember so many times asking you for money. You would often say that you didn't have any. So I would say "How about the change in your pocket?" And you would dig into your pocket and pull out this massive handful of change that was always beyond what I hoped for! I still remember the sound it would make with your hand digging around in there gathering up every last coin!
Thank-you for helping me with my math homework. Now that I also have a daughter who neither cares nor even pretends to care about math, I understand the frustration you must have felt trying to explain to me same simple concepts over and over and over and over.........so thanks for not strangling me.
Thank-you for always letting me have my friends over. And I mean always. I honestly don't remember you ever saying no to  sleepovers, or massive groups of us hanging out in the kitchen eating your food, or sitting around the dining room table playing games, or watching movies, and being loud till all hours of the morning. Every one of my friends knew that our house would always be a place where they were welcome. (And on that note, every one of my girl friends thought you were crazy handsome.......especially Karla! I had to agree. I was pretty proud to have the best looking dad around!)
Thank-you for sacrificing for me. I know you did. Money was not always plentiful, but you always made sure that whatever youth function was going on, I was there. For every one.
And thank-you for not freaking out on me during one of those youth functions, when you found that letter addressed to me, that had gotten lost in the van, written by one of the boys, which I honestly had not seen until you gave it to me, and then I was mortified after I read it because I knew that you had read it and it was really embarrassing!
And thank-you for always believing in me. I know there were times that I hurt you. I know I broke your heart. And you must have wondered what in the world I was doing, but you never gave up on me. I always knew, that no matter what, no matter how disappointed you must have been in me, I always had your never-ending love.
Thank-you for the dance on my wedding day. It is one of my favorite memories. I will never forget the way you held me and told me, "I love you. I'm so proud of you."
Thank-you for coming to my house that day I called you at work, when I was struggling with discouragement. I still remember opening the door and seeing your face. I will always remember you bringing the peace of God with you that day.
Thank-you for reminding me that "all God's creatures deserve a second chance", after Fatboy bit and scratched up Alysa's hands (which she totally caused) and I wanted to get rid of him. Those words have stuck with me.
Thank-you for your words of wisdom. On so many things. You always have a way of helping me see things through a different light. And it always brings me so much comfort.
Thank-you for always being my number one fan. If I ever need a boost of confidence, I know that I will always find it from you.
Thank-you for always being there for me.
Thank-you for always loving me.
Thank-you, because although you probably don't realize this, the man you have always been, has helped to shape me into the woman I am today.
I love you.
Melinda




Always and forever, Daddy's girl.



P.S. Since Father's Day is also my birthday, do you happen to have any change in your pocket? :)