My
Dad
Growing up with twin sisters made my life miserable, but
before thinking this is going to be about how they made my life a living
toilet, it’s not. As a child up until I was seventeen, I thought my dad was
unfair or even hated me. A scream from my sisters across the hall and he’d be
there faster than bullet to punish me or ground me. I always though he loved
them more and that even made me depressed for some time.
I’d see my cousins and how their dad’s treated them and
how much fun they always had playing, I envied them. My dad would even treat my
cousins better than me, always playing soccer with them or having conversations.
For some time I thought that because I didn’t like to watch or play soccer was
the reason he didn’t like me. It was always awkward and I had to ask my mom for
things that I needed, like clothing, or shoes, so I would avoid talking to him.
My dad is a construction worker, and he one day found me
plastering the side walls on our front yard that needed a touch up, he was
impressed and started taking me to work with him in his company on the
weekends. Within a couple months we were always talking and laughing at the randomness
things. I was confused for some time about how both of our attitudes slowly
changed into something positive.
I asked my mom why he was the way he was before then, she
started by telling me that I was a hyperactive kid who wouldn’t stop annoying
their twin sisters and thought that my dad was just toughening me up to learn
how to respect girls and to protect them, and that explains why I always feel
protective over them and when they need anything I’m always there for them.
Lastly she said that he didn’t really know how to deal with a son since his dad
wasn’t there for him, but it makes him happy that we both have something in
common now and that we can finally talk to one another without fear. Although
both of our attitudes changed gradually throughout time I’m glad it happened
now better than never, and I know now how it feels to be loved by a dad.
Reading this made me think of my own dad. How you and your dad didn't really communicate that's how me and my dad were but now we talk and i don't feel awkward around him.
ReplyDeleteI felt the same way towards my mom. Although, there's still a distance between us, but now after reading this, it might be because her mom wasn't close to her.
ReplyDeleteThis is very encouraging, thank you. My dad and I don't speak to each other at all but I am willing to change that.
ReplyDeleteI like your story. It is nice to hear a son's perspective in the father and son relationship. I am glad that you and your dad are closer now, because this will give you something to remember for the rest of your life.
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