I look up to my dad. I think most of us do. Our dads are the ones who teach us how to love, and teach us how to live. If you really think about it, that’s not an easy job. They are the ones responsible for the person we end up to be. I don’t know about you, but I more often than not rebelled against what my dad tried to teach me. I wanted to be “independent”. I wanted to correct all what I thought were the mistakes my dad made in teaching me how to live my life. People make a vow to be “nothing like my dad”.
Does any of that sound familiar?
Personally, I’ve found that I’m more like my dad than I thought even though in most ways I am completely unlike him. Which is a good and bad thing.
My dad tried his best to turn me into the best human being he could, as best as he knew how. And can anyone ask for more than that?
Children are taught lessons by their parents. Good parents try very hard to make sure their children don’t make the same mistakes they did. But this, is not fool proof. Children screw up. Children will make mistakes. This is inevitable. The difference parenting makes is in the voice of conscience. If a child is instilled at a young age as to what is right and what is wrong, determines how that child will live their life. Because no matter how hard you try, a child will always make mistakes. That is just how life is.
My dad tried very hard to make sure I grew up knowing the difference between right and wrong but that doesn’t mean I never made the wrong decisions. Am I supposed to blames parents for that, or is that my fault? If I’m being truly honest, it’s my fault. Even though my parents taught me what was right and what was wrong, there were times that I did things that were wrong but those were my actions, not theirs.
As I was growing up I thought my dad was invincible. My dad was superman. When I got older, I learned that my dad was susceptible to kryptonite. As I got older, I learned that kryptonite came in many forms. When I got even older than that, I realized that life IS kryptonite. I saw my hero stumble. I saw my hero fall.
But you know what stuck with me? Was that I saw my hero persevere. I saw my hero overcome the problems of life.
Everyone in life will fall at one time or another. Everyone will face obstacles, everyone will have problems that will make them want to give up. But my dad showed me that no matter what life throws at you, you have to have faith that things will get better. Things in life will happen and you will have no control over it but you have to believe that things will get better. My dad and I share the same God, we may not share the same beliefs, but such is life. People have differences but just because they’re different, that doesn’t mean that they’re wrong.
My dad isn’t perfect and I’m not perfect. But he tried to raise me the best way he knew how. He loved me when no one else would love me. He forgave me when no one else forgave me. He was there when no one else was there.
Even though my dad wasn’t perfect I wouldn’t want to be raised by anyone else, because no one will ever love me like my dad loves me. Some of you who may read this may not have a dad like this. But the God my dad and I share, is like this.
Our God loves unconditionally. Our God forgives all wrongs even if we don’t deserve it. Our God loves even when you feel like there’s nothing about you to love.
I am blessed to have a father like mine. I only pray that someday I can live to be the best blessing I can be to my dad. We may not always get along, but without a doubt in my mind, my dad has always been my greatest hero.