My dad had a cross-stitched, framed art piece hanging by his side of the bed for years.
I don’t remember who stitched it and I have no clue what happened to it; but, I can see it in my mind as clear as gazing at it with my eyes. It read, “Anyone can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a daddy.”
I’m one of the lucky ones, I have a Daddy.
Dad taught me how to ride my bike, drive stick shift and fly a kite. He proof-read a ridiculous number of high school English essays, vetted boyfriends and walked me down the aisle.
But it’s the valuable life lessons he taught and continues to live in his daily life that have a lasting impact and reflect his legacy.
Top three lessons I learned from Dad:
1. The most important things in life are faith and family. Dad believes in Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior and rests in the forgiveness and grace freely given. Dad actively lives his faith in his interaction with family, friends, and strangers. He shares this faith with me and I share it with my children. Dad taught us family is a precious gift to be honored, loved, and respected. We moved so much as a child, I quickly learned that my family was the constant and my brothers my best friends.
2. Husbands are to love and cherish their wives. Mom and Dad have always been a dynamic team who worked together to raise their three children, minister to others, and overcome adversity. Dad is Mom’s biggest cheerleader and best friend. I lived in a home that was lead by a healthy, loving marriage and my children are now witnesses of the unwavering love between Oma and Opa. I tend to believe I picked the husband I did because he loves the Lord, his family, and his wife — just like Dad.
3. It’s never OK to give up and sometimes real life trumps pride. We didn’t have much in terms of monetary resources growing up and yet I never felt poor. Dad worked hard to provide for us. In middle school, my dad unexpectedly lost his job at the church he had been serving. I remember Mom’s tears and the uncertainty in the air. As we waited for Dad to receive another call to a different congregation, my dad worked four jobs to feed us. He delivered pizzas and newspapers, made floral deliveries and drove a limousine. I can still visualize Mom and Dad counting out Dad’s tips around the kitchen table every night and the large jar that contained all the coins.
I have countless fond memories of ways Dad made me feel loved, made me laugh, and sheltered me from hurt. As an adult, I’m even more in awe of his enthusiasm for serving others and the depth of his love.
Happy Father’s Day to all the Daddies who are leaving lasting, loving impressions on their children; your hard work matters.
Dad and I 30 years later at same ice cream place!
Jessica Brashear is married with two children. Read her blogs here on momaha.em>
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