(I've decided Saturday and Sunday don't count, so I'll blog everyday M-F.)
Yesterday was Father's Day so inbetween grilling steaks and making twice-baked potatoes for Mike, I called my Daddy up in Kingston. He has many great points, but the fact that he treated being a parent logically is one my of my favorite things about being Linney Dew's child.
When I was 16, he and I were having a disagreement - something about the car but the details escape me. In his frustration he raised his voice at me.
When I immediately matched his noise level, he responded, "Don't you yell at me."
I fired back, "You yelled first."
He stopped, paused and in a low, civil tone said, "You're right. I apologize."
Great - what do you do with that when every bit of your 16-year-old righteousness is raring to go? He left me no choice. I lowered my voice and said, "Okay. I'm sorry, too."
We still disagreed, but now we could talk.
That's just one of the miracles I got to grow up with. Being treated with respect and logic my entire life has made me who I am. And for those of you that weren't treated that way, my heart aches for you, but remember it's never to late to bestow that blessing on those around you.
Respect and logic. Thank you, Daddy. You are the best!
3 comments:
My favorite memory of my dad is his big hands. One day, at age four or five, I found myself lost in a Sears store on a busy shopping day. Separated from my family--every person I loved in the universe--and searching--several sweaty minutes later, my dad appeard with his big hand to hold.
Awww - thanks for sharing Janet.
Very welll said. Your blog is great!
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