For my Daddy
I'm sure you have been in the same boat as me at some point in your life.
You know, those 'special' times of the year, whether they be birthdays or Christmas or Father's day, where you just put off and put off getting a present for those special people until the absolute last minute?
Well, now that you have openly admitted that to yourself, I'm not actually in that boat, 'cause I don't actually wait until the literal last possible moment.
Mother's day and Father's day, to be completely honest with you, have never really been huge on our radar. I mean, my parents have never made a huge deal about those two days in particular; they are usually spent with grandparents filled with laughs and food - something that should happen more often than once in May and then again in June.
But oddly enough, this year, these days seem to mean just a little more to me than usual. Maybe its because I am finally 'growing up' and realizing all that my parents have truly done for me; all that love that has swarmed around me since birth.
I was looking through some poetry on social media and I came across this one:
I thought about how everyone needs at least one person in their life to approach them in this manner.
I thought about the people who entered my life during a broken season and worked to make me whole again; I thought about the people who have stayed with me through many broken seasons, called life, and continued to fill me with love and the wholeness we as humans need so desperately.
I thought about the few people I have been able to approach in this manner.
Everyone is broken, and everyone needs someone to love them in the midst of their brokenness.
I bought a pretty emotional card for my dad for Father's day, and when I was writing my little note in the card, I started scrolling through my camera roll on my phone, because I was sure that I would find a poem that would remind me of or relate to that of Father's day.
Then I came across this poem.
And I started getting a little choked up, because this is how my Father loves me; this is how my Mother loves me.
How beautiful is this.
A specific time in my life actually popped into my head when I thought of how my parents approach me in this manner.
It was a time when I was actually literally broken.
When I broke my ankle, I was a mess; I personally brought wreckage through my home during this time; it was a hard time in all of our lives, not just mine. My father, my mother, and my sister helped me carry the burdens that my car accident and broken ankle brought into my life, into our home.
Despite my emotional breakdowns and being a physical burden, my family stood strong by my side.
We are a family and we will stick together, I remember my father saying.
How beautiful is it to know that you will always have someone rooting for you, cheering for you; and when you are in emotional despair, having someone there who will let you sob and tell you that they will never leave you, well, there isn't anything more beautiful than that.
To be broken and to be loved, there is not another love more beautiful than this.
"The most important man
in my life
taught me
what matters most
in this world -
To always do the right thing.
That your word is your word.
That your legacy reaches
farther than
you'll ever know. . .
He taught me that family comes first.
That anything worth having is worth working for
And how important it is to come through
for the people who count on you.
The most important man in my life showed me
how to live.
I learned from the best, Dad,
because I learned from you."
You know, those 'special' times of the year, whether they be birthdays or Christmas or Father's day, where you just put off and put off getting a present for those special people until the absolute last minute?
Well, now that you have openly admitted that to yourself, I'm not actually in that boat, 'cause I don't actually wait until the literal last possible moment.
Mother's day and Father's day, to be completely honest with you, have never really been huge on our radar. I mean, my parents have never made a huge deal about those two days in particular; they are usually spent with grandparents filled with laughs and food - something that should happen more often than once in May and then again in June.
But oddly enough, this year, these days seem to mean just a little more to me than usual. Maybe its because I am finally 'growing up' and realizing all that my parents have truly done for me; all that love that has swarmed around me since birth.
I was looking through some poetry on social media and I came across this one:
i will dig, and dig, and dig through the wreckage because no matter where i find you, you will always be beautifulWhen I read this, I thought a lot of different things.
I thought about how everyone needs at least one person in their life to approach them in this manner.
I thought about the people who entered my life during a broken season and worked to make me whole again; I thought about the people who have stayed with me through many broken seasons, called life, and continued to fill me with love and the wholeness we as humans need so desperately.
I thought about the few people I have been able to approach in this manner.
Everyone is broken, and everyone needs someone to love them in the midst of their brokenness.
I bought a pretty emotional card for my dad for Father's day, and when I was writing my little note in the card, I started scrolling through my camera roll on my phone, because I was sure that I would find a poem that would remind me of or relate to that of Father's day.
Then I came across this poem.
And I started getting a little choked up, because this is how my Father loves me; this is how my Mother loves me.
How beautiful is this.
A specific time in my life actually popped into my head when I thought of how my parents approach me in this manner.
It was a time when I was actually literally broken.
When I broke my ankle, I was a mess; I personally brought wreckage through my home during this time; it was a hard time in all of our lives, not just mine. My father, my mother, and my sister helped me carry the burdens that my car accident and broken ankle brought into my life, into our home.
Despite my emotional breakdowns and being a physical burden, my family stood strong by my side.
We are a family and we will stick together, I remember my father saying.
How beautiful is it to know that you will always have someone rooting for you, cheering for you; and when you are in emotional despair, having someone there who will let you sob and tell you that they will never leave you, well, there isn't anything more beautiful than that.
To be broken and to be loved, there is not another love more beautiful than this.
"The most important man
in my life
taught me
what matters most
in this world -
To always do the right thing.
That your word is your word.
That your legacy reaches
farther than
you'll ever know. . .
He taught me that family comes first.
That anything worth having is worth working for
And how important it is to come through
for the people who count on you.
The most important man in my life showed me
how to live.
I learned from the best, Dad,
because I learned from you."
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