Daddy's Girl
Missing my Dad today, of course. Almost 8 years since he died, and I am so fortunate to have no regrets about our relationship or things left unsaid. Not that we never disagreed, and he certainly knew when I disapproved of some of his actions, but we always had the time to sort out anything between us and neither of us ever doubted the other's love, right to the end when I was holding his hand.
Thinking about him today made me realize that he is one of the major reasons I have very high standards for the men in my life. (Fortunately, the one I am married to meets and exceeds them!) Although far from perfect, he was the most supportive father anyone could want (and not, despite the title of the post, in a "give her everything she is perfect kind of way"). He was supportive by making sure I had as many opportunities as I wanted and by always assuming I could do anything I cared to put my mind to doing.
And for a man born in the 1930's he was an amazing feminist, who not only encouraged his wife to go into the same field as him (law, and when they already had a small child at home) ) but was never anything but incredibly proud when she surpassed him in public recognition. When my mom was appointed a judge he nearly burst his buttons with pride, and he loved introducing himself as "Myrna's husband". That is rare even in this day and age, let alone in the 1970's and 80's.
I was blessed to have him in my life. Happy Father's Day, Dad. I miss you.
Thinking about him today made me realize that he is one of the major reasons I have very high standards for the men in my life. (Fortunately, the one I am married to meets and exceeds them!) Although far from perfect, he was the most supportive father anyone could want (and not, despite the title of the post, in a "give her everything she is perfect kind of way"). He was supportive by making sure I had as many opportunities as I wanted and by always assuming I could do anything I cared to put my mind to doing.
And for a man born in the 1930's he was an amazing feminist, who not only encouraged his wife to go into the same field as him (law, and when they already had a small child at home) ) but was never anything but incredibly proud when she surpassed him in public recognition. When my mom was appointed a judge he nearly burst his buttons with pride, and he loved introducing himself as "Myrna's husband". That is rare even in this day and age, let alone in the 1970's and 80's.
I was blessed to have him in my life. Happy Father's Day, Dad. I miss you.