I loved my Daddy so much that i used to chew on his shoes.
Yes. I know it’s gross, but I was only a toddler. I wanted to be near him, I wanted to be like him, so I chewed on his shoes. Not his work boots, mind you, but the leather shoes he wore to church every Sunday. The shoes he preached in. I still remember how he’d sit on the edge of the bed to polish them on Saturday nights.
I’m a Daddy’s girl. I used to sit and watch him build things. I still love the smell of sawdust and sheetrock. He taught me how to think, and how to question absolutely everything. When i felt insecure, He reminded me that i’m beautiful and smart, and i should always KNOW that, even without him or anyone else saying so. My Dad listened to my stories of useless crushes, and comforted me when i broke up with my boyfriend. “if it’s in God’s will, he’ll be back,” Daddy said.
Daddy taught me how to preach! Women don’t preach in my church, but he took out a blue, paint-splattered footstool and stood me up on it and taught me how to captivate an audience anyway. When I developed a stutter, he never stopped believing in my ability to overcome it, and taught me not to let my stutter get in the way of me saying what I have to say.
And when i felt that a career in academia wouldn’t help very many people, he pointed to a building.
“See that? Before I could help build that, there had to be architects who dreamed it up. You are the architect who will create ideas and theories that everyone else will construct.”
In those few words, he helped me feel less guilty about heading to the ivory tower.
My Dad, with the help of the Lord, gave me a foundation on which I can stand with confidence, and face the challenges of life, knowing who I am. I know who good men are because my father has always been here to protect and provide for me–not only financially, but emotionally and spiritually. He’s pretty awesome.
Daddy, I love you! Always have, always will.
Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads out there…hold your kids close! We never forget that love.