the depth of our gratitude equals the depth of our understanding

All growing up, I knew my dad was a good guy. He encouraged my writing, came to my ballet recitals, and on and on. But I don't think I really appreciated who he was until I grew up enough to move to another hemisphere by myself for a while.

For the first 21 years of my life, my dad was just my dad. He was just a guy who dropped anything to help me with my math and Spanish homework. And after high school, he was just a guy willing to stay up half the night to talk me out of marrying boys who weren't good for me (without letting on that he was doing just that).

Before I went away, I didn't know that so few men are as smart and dedicated and thoughtful as my dad. All the distance I got when I left helped me to understand.

Sometimes, after we leave my parents' house, C. teases me: "It really took you 21 years?" Yeah, I think it did. I'm glad I finally figured it out. Thanks, Dad, for being born and for being so much better than I understood you were for so long.


James Goldberg said...

Nice to see proof that a so-so hair stylist can still be a great dad. I take great hope in this.

David/Dad/Doc said...

Thanks Kathy!

It is great to be a father of such wonderful kids. It has been and continues to be, great fun to be your Dad.

Mike and Lauren said...

This made me tear up. I really love your Dad. He really is amazing.