I have had a lot on my mind lately, but I have had a hard time putting my thoughts into words. Why does life have to be complicated when we become adults? What happens to the carefree, simple pleasantness of childhood?

To this day, my favorite fairytale is Cinderella. My most memorable childhood movie is Christmas Eve on Sesame Street. My absolute fondest memory is that of my dad rubbing my back just before I fall asleep. I do my best to study my Bible on a daily basis. I enjoy working on cars (I don’t have the money to do that, but if I did…well, you get the picture, there’d be a ’68 Mustang sitting in my driveway or in my back yard…). I love to experiment when I cook and get a little exotic with food (I don’t necessarily have the time or money to do that often, but, when I can, it’s fun.) Although I used to complain, I do *cough*like*cough, cough* going to museums.

So, what does all of this have in common?

My dad.

Although I was too young to remember it, I’m told that I used to make my dad watch Disney’s Cinderella and Christmas Eve on Sesame Street so often that he had both movies memorized. I used to dread the moment that he would lift his hand off of my back after rubbing it at night just before I went to sleep – the circular motion was so calming and relaxing; it helped me to fully understand just how much he loved me. So, even though his job didn’t allow him to always be at home, whenever he wasn’t home, I remembered and cherished those moments just before falling asleep. I can remember peeking around a corner in my parent’s house and seeing my dad sitting in his recliner, reading or studying, and normally, it was the Bible sitting in his lap. I think I may have complained at the time, but I also remember that my dad used to conduct a short family Bible study after dinner, and, looking back, I really miss that. It was a great learning experience; it was good quality family time; it was spiritual food for hungering souls…I just couldn’t see it at the time, but looking back, it really is something I miss. I remember always being excited when dad decided to cook – not that mom wasn’t a good cook; I love her cooking! – but, with him, it was always different and exciting; he turned cooking into a game-like art. My dad once bought a ’68 Mustang – the engine came to our house in a wheel barrow – but I got to spend quality time with him working on that old piece of rusted metal, imagining what it would look like if we finished…dad might have given it away despite my wish to the contrary, but I still have the memories, and that’s what really matters. And he loves museums, history, learning, etc. It fascinates him, and now I can understand why every family vacation seemed to include a trip to at least one museum because they really aren’t so bad as I once thought…

So, Dad, I guess what I really want to say is: Thank you, and I love you.


~ by Lady Molly on December 6, 2010.

2 Responses to “Dad”

  1. Sweet post. It reminds me of the sweet times my dad and I had when I was little too. Thanks for reminding me of those times.

  2. I’m still getting used to Facebook and just noticed this. I too have fond memories of your childhood (along with your siblings). Just wish I could have been around more. Your a special daughter and I trust we will always have a loving relationship. I pray for God’s blessings for you and Jared every day.

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