I didn’t send my Dad a Fathers Day gift this year – I looked around and saw lots of little things but nothing that really spoke to me about my Dad. My Dad is a very clever man who is good with words so the best gift I could think to give him were some words that I don’t think I say often enough.
Thank you Dad.
Thank you for teaching me how to be an adult, thank you for forgiving my terrible behaviour and thank you for teaching me how important it is to think about others and how I act has an impact on them.
Thank you for letting me cry when I needed to, for picking me up when I didn’t think I could get up again and thank you for encouraging me to find my own way – even if it did take me while to get
Thank you for teaching me about music, thank you for letting me try to be musical even though I was mostly terrible (the violin for example) and thank you for passing on your love of lyrics and melodies to me.
Thank you for making me laugh at Christmas cracker jokes – you are the only person who can read them out to me and make me laugh while you do it. You are also the only person who likes to try and work them out.
Thank you for letting me take risks (tiny motorbikes and haystacks come to mind here), thank for you for letting me laugh at you when you took risks that also ended in disaster (getting stranded in the mud when we all went kayaking in Florida) and thank you for encouraging me to climb trees, ride bikes and play in the woods.
Thank you for taking me to Fratton Park and sharing your love of football with me (even if I didn’t understand), thank you for taking me out on the Topper in the Solent and teaching me to respect the water and thank you for teaching me to snorkel in Greece – even if we did almost get eaten by an unnamed giant fish with teeth.
Thanks for indulging me in the millions of careers I wanted (traffic warden*, vet, teacher, marine biologist, astronaut and cabin crew) and never telling me that none of them were possible even if they were in fact impossible.
Thank you for all of your words – even the cross ones. The cross words were never pleasant but sometimes just as important as the kind words.
Thank you for understanding that I’m not the same as you – I’m not good with numbers or languages or anything academic really and thank you for showing me it was ok to be myself even when I didn’t know who I was.
Thank you for the late nights, the early mornings, for the pick ups and the drop offs, for reading to me, for reading with me and for brushing my hair when I couldn’t get the tangles out.
Thank you for working immensely hard to provide a home for all of us. You spent too many hours at work (you still do now) but it was all to make sure we were fed, safe and warm with a nice home to come home to.
Thank you for being a brilliant Pops to Emma. Thank for for cuddling her, for holding her hand, for playing guitar while she dances along and thank you for making her giggle.
Thank you for all of it Dad.
I’m sorry I didn’t get you a gift but I just couldn’t find anything that could possibly reflect exactly how thankful I am that you are my Dad.
I love you Dad x
* just to clarify I didn’t actually want to be a traffic warden, I actually wanted to be the police officer who gets to direct traffic in snazzy white gloves. Except I didn’t know what it was called and said a Traffic Warden. Which my Dad has never let me live down. Ever.