My dad: A little thing that wasn't
I read this blog post today and, while it made me cry a bit because I’m sappy like that since becoming a mom , it made me think two things. One, that while I do utter variations on those six words the blogger described to my kids a fair bit, I could afford to say them more. And two, my dad is awesome. Since it’s Father’s Day, and because it’s the one I can’t get out of my head, I’m going to say just a little bit about the latter one. I’m not sure I ever heard my dad say that he loved to watch me play - or that he loved to watch me do anything, really. It’s just not his way - to say those words. But, he also didn’t have to. He’s more the showing, doing type. And when I think about how great my dad is (which I do with marked frequency), I always come back to recalling how he showed me this kind of love in a way that was utterly clear to me, even at the time. This is especially notable because it occurred when I was a teenager. You know, one of those peeps who could have be...