Happy Father’s Day … A Day Late

Well, I am consistent. Since I posted my Mother’s Day post a day late, it only seems fair that I do the same to my Dad. 🙂 While I wasn’t able to be with my Dad yesterday, we did speak on the phone. Max hide, like normal, even though I told him we were chatting to the people who stayed with us and let him out on the patio. He didn’t care. Phones just weird him out. And unlike Emeril, he is also not obsessed with my Dad — the lone holdout to his feline charm.

5 Things My Dad Taught Me

In honor of my Dad, I’m sharing five things/lessons I learned from him.

They Look Out for You

Like every kid, I rolled my eyes when my Dad told me things like, have an first aid kit, shovel, blanket and so on in your car. I’d nod my head and forget. So he went another step and made sure all those things were in my car for me. When they came to visit in May, my Dad needed something from the glove box and pulled out the first aid kit. I reminded him who put it in my car in the first place. He laughed and then told me that all the medication in there was probably no good and not to take it. If he would have had the time, he probably would have emptied it and replaced all the aspirin.

They Show-Up

My parents were great about showing up to everything I did — plays, marching band, dance, piano recitals etc. And my dad always, I mean always, had his video camera with him. I’m pretty sure there is video of everything I ever did, regardless of how great I was or how big my role was.

Laughter is King

My dad loves potty humor. He’s not a real fan of drama or action flicks but a good, silly comedy is right up his alley. He introduced me to Laurel and Hardy, Charlie Chaplin and of course, the awesome Three Stooges. Because of him, I still love a good fart joke and slapstick humor.

Anything Can Be Fixed

My Dad is very handy. He was a mechanic, so he kept my car running well when I lived nearby. And it’s possible that I still occasionally call him and try to get him to diagnose issues over the phone. 🙂 Most people throw out broken things, but before I do, I bring them home to Dad (within reason, of course!) and let him work his magic.

Family Matters Most

Both my Mom and Dad excel here and are great role models. My parents, brother and his family were just here for a week and it was so cool. Every holiday is a major family event with lots of tradition and they mean a lot to me, even more now that I realize not everyone has a close-knit family. Or one as supportive as mine.