Today is Father’s Day which has me thinking of my own father and everything he has contributed to my life in that role.
I am my father’s daughter. My stubborn-ness, my distaste in constant change and my independence. I am a lot like my dad. It’s no surprise that we are similar because my dad played a lot of roles as I grew up. When my mom would work late nights at the hospital, my dad would feed my brother and I, get us bathed and put either Star Wars or Star Trek on for us before bed. I hated watching these “silly space things” as a child but found myself enjoying them as I became an adult.
My father is incredible. Since day one he has been supportive of anything and everything my brother and I did growing up-and still does to this day. Every soccer game, every school play and even every dance competition-he was there. Most dance team dads avoided traveling with their daughters/sons to competitions. They can be long and tiring days where you just sit and wait for your kid to perform. But my dad rarely ever missed a performance. I always found it comforting when I was onstage dancing to find my dad in the front row of the audience, camera to his face and I knew he was proud.
My father inspired my tastes in many things. From music influences like Pink Floyd, Rush and The Beatles to classic cars and old movie musicals. The best trips home always consist of the essential father/daughter things: watching a Rush concert DVD, talking about our dream cars or watching Gene Kelly in one of his many movies. (Singing in the Rain being a favorite of mine.)
My father is a photographer one that I admire every time I see his work. He gave me my first camera when I was 14 and encouraged my pursuit of a photography degree in college. He even remained encouraging and supportive when I decided that after my 2-year degree in photography that I wanted to pursue Advertising. I never wanted to disappoint my father and his approval on things helps me make big decisions.
It’s hard to believe my dad used to scare the crap out of me when I was a child. He always put the fear of God in us growing up but he had a good reason. He was dead set on raising responsible, respectable kids who would become successful adults. It was worth it. He’s mellowed out considerably over the years. That or we have grown up and became less of the pain-in-the-asses that we once were. Thanks dad, for always being there, always caring and making us laugh. We love you!