I spoke to my Dad quite a bit for my entire life. The last 20 - TopicsExpress



          

I spoke to my Dad quite a bit for my entire life. The last 20 years or so almost daily and the last couple years I would call more often. The hardest part is not being able tell him about the things that are happening. Parents are your first set of best friends and I was fortunate enough to call them that for every day I have been alive, even when the feeling was hidden by something we disagreed about. Both of my parents knew all the good and all the bad that I had accomplished. I learned a lesson from my father many years ago. I was told to never ride my bike between the driveway and the neighbors house because I didnt have a lot of room and could dent the cars. Well wouldnt you guess it, Dad gets a new Cadillac (the last year they were making the giant 4 door air craft carrier style) and I had a bike that i didnt use the kickstand on ( for those that dont know this, the hand grips wear through and the metal of the handlebars shines bright like a brilliant star in the sky). Put all that together and I think you can see the outcome....a GIANT scratch about 9 inches long that not only looked awful, but creased the front drivers side quarter panel. So imagine the horror! I lied all the time about stuff I did, I was a kid!! You find a way to blame shift EVERYTHING to avoid the punishment. But this time I KNEW that he would figure it out (yes children seem to question a parents sound mind all throughout their early years)! So I went in the kitchen door and got him. He had heard me crash and heard me crying. I told him what happened and walked him out to show him, ready for whatever was coming my way. Well ready for almost everything. He looked at the scratch and asked I if I EVER remembered him telling me not to ride between the houses. (a test I understand now with three children of my own). He then said that things happen and thanked me for telling him of my mistake. Said it was a fix that wouldnt cost much and not to worry about it. That was the moment. One of many moments that I keep from him. Truth is always best. Now I know there have been many times since that day I have disappointed him with things I have done, but I always told my parents the truth, took my lumps and moved on. This is where the struggle is. You learn that in low times, your best friends always work through stuff. You look for that comfort and acceptance in those times. It is that type of sharing that makes you realize how incredible the good times are and how fun it is to share even the most minute things that you look for an approval for.
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 04:15:55 +0000

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