Monday, May 3, 2010

Suuuuuch a daddy's girl

Maaaaaaaan... I haven't been doing very well at this. See this is the thing, it's not that I'm NOT thankful for many things in my life, because I so am. It's just that I don't want to post a thankful post just for the sake of posting. I want it to actually mean something to me at that moment in my life.

So here goes...

Thankful post #6
Today (well, everyday) I am thankful for my daddy.

I can't even begin to tell you how wonderful a man he is. It's weird that I've always known this, but I've never really known this. I guess growing up in a family where the parents are still together and they're both very supportive of their children is something I didn't realize was rare. It wasn't until I probably hit college when I realized that I was lucky. And that's when I was more aware of how my relationship with my mom was something I appreciated. But I never really thought about my dad.

But now, after going through these last two years of dating, I've come to realize (through the guys' perspectives) that a girl who has issues in relationships (I'm talking serious issues in relationships) is almost always directly correlated to her relationship with her dad. She's too clingy? Daddy left when she was 8. She's kind of a whore? Daddy left when she was 12. She's a party girl? Daddy was never around. She's always looking for validation from men? Daddy wanted a boy and got her. And it makes sense. It makes sooooo much sense.

Now my daddy was an awesome dad. Sure, he worked a lot as I was growing up, but he always had Saturdays off. And Saturdays for my family were all about soccer. Everyone knew us. Everyone knew my dad. He coached. He refereed (he still does, in fact). He was on the board. I didn't know any different. It was the only life I knew. I thought everyone's dad was cool like mine.

My dad will still make time to come out and support me in any event that I'm in. When I was playing soccer in the adult recreation league these past few years, he was almost always at my games. He isn't as critical of my playing as he used to be when I was a real soccer player, but just having him there was and is always awesome.

But this is what I've noticed about him recently. My grandma (my mom's mom) is living her final days here in this thing we call life. She's been sick for about 3 years now. My parents have been taking care of her here and there (every weekend for awhile) for the time she's been sick. Sure, she's my mom's mom, but my dad has stepped up to the plate for her more times than I can count. And not for small things. I'm talking things that you may not even want to do for your own parent, but know you'll probably have to one day. And he's never complained once. My grandma was recently put into the care of hospice. My mom suggested that they bring my grandma to my parents' home so that they could take care of her. My dad had it all planned out: he would take a leave of absence from his (after-retirement-and-I'm-too-bored-to-stay-at-home) job and take care of my grandma so that my mom wouldn't have to quit her job. Seriously? That's my dad. My grandma coming to my parents' house for care ultimately didn't end up happening because her wishes were to be at her own home. So my dad drives my mom out to see her mom (about 35 miles one way) almost everyday. And when he's there, he'll help with things. He'll clean up the backyard or replace a broken something-or-other. He never complains.

My dad has also voluntarily stepped up and asked to babysit both of my nieces in their early years. My brother and his wife were really hoping to not put either of them in daycare, so my dad said that he would help out 2 days a week. I can't even tell you how awesome it is to see him with both of the girls. He's developed such a strong relationship with the 4-year old (he's watched her since she was months old) and is now developing that same relationship with the 8-month old. And he does it all... without any complaint. He changes diapers. He rocks them to sleep. He feeds them. He dances with them. He reads to them. He takes them outside so that he can teach them to love kicking a soccer ball.

Someone said to me the other day that my dad was awesome. I've heard it many times before, but it kinda stuck with me this time around. Everyone loves my dad. They always have. I'm used to people saying it. But it hit me the other day that he's my dad. My dad is the cool dad. My dad is the guy who everyone loves. I'm so freakin lucky. I really am.

So now I've decided that I need to meet a guy like my dad. It's always been in the back of my mind (because I think it's just something that most girls who have good relationships with their dads think about), but it really sticks out to me now. He sacrifices, he is great with kids, he is loved and respected by everyone, he has great relationships... that's the kind of man I want to be with. So that's the kind of man I shall look for.