It's Father's Day - the day that means so much to me because of the person this special day celebrates! The man, the hero, the dad. Here goes a little post to brag about a dad who loves me so, in his own special way.
I can't say that he is a perfect dad (not that I can define an ideal dad), but after 22 years of being the daddy's girl, I know for certain that he has given his best go at trying to be all that he believes a dad should be. That, makes him a great dad and I wouldn't trade him for anything/anyone else!
To begin with, he only had one go at learning how to be dad. There was no one before to practice, there has never been anyone after for him to perfect the daddy's role. And from an early stage, he had to be superman to fill two shoes. I'm sure it was a task no one taught him how to go about fulfilling, but all that matters was that he worked his best and I'm a witness to that.
I was glancing through some antique photos the other day of dad in his younger days - without the beer-belly and white hair, clad in his pair of bell-bottom jeans and hippie-styled hair (super handsome young man). He didn't look anything like a father material, more of a man who just wants to live the "life" and go wild. And people said he wasn't anything like who he is today. I'm dead proud of how far he has come, that I believe he has given so much of himself to love and keep his daughter.
Dad has his own unique ways of expressing his love, without saying the words. I always described him as a china-ching-chung dad who doesn't know how to express himself, or say things like "I love you" bluntly. He quietly gives of himself to put food on the table to make sure we live comfortably. He doesn't allow me to lift a finger when it comes to doing the tough chores. I'm blessed! Dad isn't exactly the role model kind of dad, in fact there are many things that I'll say, don't learn from him. But I appreciate that he has given his best shot, and that he loves me in his own ways that I've some to appreciate and understand being his daughter for the past 22 years.
When I'm the first one he calls on every special occasion like my birthday, new year, christmas. When he sends simple cute text like "I love you" while learning how to SMS, when he puts the food that I crave on the table, when he gets up to swap rooms with me cause there's a cockroach in my bedroom, when he worries and stays up whenever I come home late - I know this daddy loves me beyond reason.
It's father's day everyday when you have a dad like that. Now that things are slightly different, I learn to also tell him I love him, without saying the words. Oh, we share a special love language!
