Happy Father’s Day to the best Dad in the world…Pretty Handy Dad! That’s him above, sitting patiently while my sisters and I braided and ponytailed his hair.
My Dad is a pretty amazing guy. I met him in the delivery room the day I was born. For those of you that were born in the early 70’s, having the father in the delivery room was pretty rare. Normally they stood guard by the waiting room door waiting for news of the birth of their child. But, not my Dad, he was there for every one of his daughter’s births.
The best advice my dad ever gave me was not necessarily in spoken words. It was more of a belief he had that was evident while I was growing up.
My dad taught me that there wasn’t anything I couldn’t do if I put my mind to it. He taught me how to do anything that he would have taught a son (if he had one.)
When I was four my parents decided to add onto our house by taking off the roof and building a second floor. This renovation took many years and many phases to complete. But, along the way he always made me feel like I was involved in the process. My father never told me that I couldn’t do anything because I was a girl. Quite the contrary, he was always showing me the tools he was using and how to use them.
As an eight year old, he showed me how to re-wire an outlet. I didn’t exactly retain that knowledge, but I retained the message that he knew this was something that I could handle.
A few years later, my dad helped my girl scout troup earn a new patch. He showed us the basic parts of an automobile and how to care for it. I have to laugh because at the time we were a bunch of 10 year old girls standing on milk crates and crowded around a Datsun 810 engine. Despite the fact that we weren’t old enough to drive, he sent the unspoken message to each of us, that car maintenance was something that we could learn. I guarantee that we were the only troop in the Washington, DC area to earn that patch. Actually, come to think of it, I don’t think they even had an automobile care patch!
As a teenager my father taught me how to change the oil and take care of the family car.
When I was 19, I bought my first car. He went with me, but let me handle the inspection, tire kicking, and negotiating. When the car salesman talked directly to my father, he reminded him that “My daughter is the one buying the car. Talk to her.”
Growing up with these kind of lessons has made me a confident woman. And it has helped form my mantra: “If a human being can do it, then there is a 95% chance that I can do it too!”
I hope my father is a role model to all father’s out there. Treat your girls as equals and they will move mountains one day! Involve your children in the tasks that you perform daily and it will give them the confidence to take on anything!
I love you Dad. Happy Father’s Day!
P.s. I’d love to hear some stories about how great the fathers in your life are! Leave me a comment to share your story.