Thursday, January 13, 2011

My Superhero

I have never seen the cape and tights but I’m fairly certain that my dad is a real live superhero.

He can fix anything and is willing to teach me. Because of dad, I know how to change a tire, make a perfect grilled cheese sandwich, and shoot 10 rounds in a three-inch circle. He explains things in ways I understand but has the patience of Job when I don’t.

He can diagnose car, refrigerator, and plumbing problems over the phone based on a re-enactment of the sound. He has saved me from sheer panic more times than I can count by reminding me to “start with the simplest thing first”.

Dad is the busiest person I know yet he’s never told me he doesn’t have time to listen, to talk, and to be there for me. I can’t remember a dance recital, football game performance, or special occasion that he’s missed. I never have to wonder where he’ll be because he’s always right there beside me.

Dad gave me roots; teaching me to be truthful to myself and to others, to leave things better than I found them, and to never sit around watching while other people are working.

Dad gave me wings; encouraging me to try new things, to take risks, and to stretch beyond my perceived potential to be more than what I imagined. He taught me to be a leader and, whether there are followers or not, to blaze a trail that I believe in, one that ends in contentment.

He prays for me every day. He tells me he loves me every time we talk. Sometimes, he calls just to tell me that. And that means more than he'll ever know.

He makes me laugh but he always has a handkerchief for when the tears come. He is proud of me and thinks I'm beautiful; I know because he tells me.

I hope today, on his birthday, that he knows how grateful I am for all the things he’s taught me, all the unconditional love he’s shown me, and all the unending support he's given me. I hope he knows just a few of the reasons why he’ll always be who I look to for guidance, inspiration, and encouragement. I hope he knows just how proud I am to be his daughter.

I love you, dad. (oh, and Happy Birthday!)

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