Friday, November 25, 2011

Blog 53...Daddy, you have cursed me...

Blog 53...Daddy, you have cursed me...

Dear Daddy...

Daddy you have cursed me...and no it is not because of the red curly hair I inherited from you (I have grown quite fond of my mop) nor is it the purple legs you have blessed me with (God forbid you give me your metabolism instead) the humor you gave as a legacy I quite enjoy (as I believe others do) and your work ethic has helped me survive in a world many never expected me to...

Yet how I view “a man” you have fucked...(in the best kinda way)

And yet you are no perfect man.

When I was young the one thing that I did not learn was self-esteem, a notion that pillaged my young life...you were not able to communicate with me properly the notions of exercise and healthy eating, instead we fought over my weight and I had no self worth...yet the blame is not entirely yours...communicating with a teenage girl is harder than attaining world peace...maybe just communicating with women in general...

And there were times where you scared me, and you didn’t understand me, and you thought me short of my abilities...

And that is because sometimes one needs to be scared straight, doesn’t need to be understood but to understand, and people’s views of one’s capabilities are earned not given...or that is how it should be...

You have taught me that life is not easy, that hard work is involved, but you can still enjoy every minute of it, and the pay off to hard work is breathtaking...that there is “a joy in labor found.”

And as I grow the more I see my reflection in your shadow...you told me at the age of 16 after I had gotten kicked out of Spain for drinking (a long story we need not discuss) that I, reminded you most of yourself...

Sometimes I feel this cross is too hard to bare.

Sometimes I fear messing up and letting you down, as I know I have so many times before...

I wonder if one of the reasons you treat mom like such a queen is to set an example for us, for you have set the bar quite high.

I wonder if seeing how boys have affected your daughters so negatively encourages you to show us a different side...

Well dad...you have succeeded.

I watched you this Thanksgiving holiday in awe. I saw how you doted on Mom, how you made sure she was taken care of, that she had everything she needed...I saw a softness you only save for her, I saw you sit back and enjoy seeing three generations together...I saw you exhaustly play with a grand daughter with far more energy that I could fathom, I saw you make her smile...and I saw how happy that made you.

You have taught me the joy in kindness, in treating people right.

That not only is it better to be kind than to be right, but it simply feels better.

You have shown me as a woman, how I deserve to be treated.

And how I should treat others.

You are not just a fine example of a Man...

You are a fine fucking example of a “Human”

Daddy, you have faults just as all of us do. But your dedication to your wife and to your family is flooring, and I feel privileged to have the honor to witness it.

I know I still have so much more to learn and so much more strength to gain...

But you have shown me a path, which I would so like to take.

And if I fail in choosing a man that does not match your abilities the fault lies all on me, not on you.

You have done your job...I just might not have learned the lesson yet.

Here is to hoping that I have...that I will...

And cheers, to one hell of a teacher.

(Please note: My “Dear Mommy” letter is not to be forgotten, just not ready to show, after all among other things I inherited my mom’s Hips...whooooo hooooooo, and her photographic memory, something that after years of pot smoking, I still have in tack...wow is right.)

DANCE MOVE OF THE WEEK

CUTTING THE HAIR...

(if you can pull this off without the person in front of you realizing, you get two extra points)

All right, walk up behind someone and start to shampoo his or her hair. (since you don’t necessarily know this person, you don’t really have to have “contact” you can wash with a 2-inch distance) Now it is time to rinse, use the little hose thingy, don’t forget to shake the hair out...condition time, you should probably bring out the comb for this part, all right, got the knots out, damm that last one was hard...rinse again...all right, pin up some sections so you can get to the bottom, comb out & start to cut with your fingers that have turned into scissors...opps that was a big chunk of hair...point to it on the ground, looks like it is going to be more than a trim...tee hee hee, maybe if we unpin these top sections it will look better...hmmmm, step back, looks like we should just cut it really short...now get snipping.

1 comment:

  1. What an awesome letter to your dad. I hope he appreciates it :-) I'm sure he does!

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