Father's Day Flashbacks
Your dad. He changed your diapers (maybe). He taught you to look both ways before you crossed the street, helped you with your homework and coached your baseball team. He told you when your family pet passed away and took you to get your driving permit. His chest puffed with pride when you graduated high school and his eyes welled with tears when you left for college.
A father's love is unlike any other, and in honor of Father's Day, we asked some of our friends to share with us some special memories about their dad.
Don't forget your dad today. Call him and tell him some of your most treasured memories of him!
(You can thank us later.)
I can’t remember any night (unless he was out of town) that my dad didn’t tuck me in— I would yell from my bed when I was in, and he’d always come tuck me in and say goodnight.
There are many unique traits that make me the person I am today: my sarcastic sense of humor, my love of a true New York bagel, even down to my Diamond schnoz; all of which came from my Dad.
Whether it was teaching me to drive a car or explaining how to pay my taxes, he is the person I go to for guidance through every phase of life.
In my non-biased opinion, he is one of the most hilarious, intelligent and thoughtful Dads I know. He has always put his children’s needs, wants and dreams before his own. I can only hope to be as amazing of a parent one day.
My dad was my baseball coach, boy scout leader, bike team sponsor, and so much more. He was an entrepreneur and worked extremely hard, but somehow he found time to be highly involved in my life. He taught me to aim high and never give up, to work hard but keep family first, to always be a good friend, and to give my time to others in need. As a father myself, I look back in awe at how he was able to manage his time and our lives. I can only hope that my children will one day view me the same way I’ve come to view my dad.
My dad has always had a relentless work ethic. When I was young he worked the night shift at General Motors, so I slept with a picture of him under my pillow. I’ll never forget; it was a baseball picture of him from when he was about 10 years old, squatted down in his catcher’s uniform. One story I always think exemplifies him is when I was in high school, I told him I wanted some new boots and he said, “Well you have a job now, buy your own boots.” I said, “But they are $85! It will take me (quickly doing the math) 18 hours of work for that!” He smiled and said, “Exactly. And now you have learned the value of a dollar.”
As a child, I considered my Dad to be a Superhero. As an adult, I can unequivocally confirm this as a FACT. Despite a busy career, the second the “Dad signal” flashed, he somehow managed to be 8 places at once. He was running up and down sidelines of hundreds of soccer games, jumping up for (highly undeserved) standing ovations at dance recitals, chasing down runaway Golden Retrievers, assuring us that marching band IS cool, desperately attempting to make chemistry “fun” and taking his daughters to work before it was a thing. He reminds my siblings and I constantly that we are loved and capable of anything. I’ve yet to encounter a better example of what it means to be a father, husband, friend or overall good human than this guy. Happy Father’s Day, Pop. You’re still my hero.
My dad has always been my biggest supporter and my biggest fan. But growing up, I never realized how important his advocacy for me would be until I became an adult.
In true Nashville style, George Teren made a career for himself as a country music songwriter -- not an easy feat, if you know the industry. He arrived in town in 1986, and more than 30 years later, he's had almost a dozen number one hits and considers himself lucky to have spent the time he did on Music Row.
When I graduated college and didn't have a clear vision of what I wanted to do with my life, my dad supported me moving home (which might have been selfish on his part...so he could spend time with me instead of letting me move to a different time zone). He also supported my choice to become a server and take some time to figure my shit out. When I decided I wanted to become a writer (which at the time meant a blogger...and also still a server), dad was my biggest advocate and connected me with people he thought might be able to help me. When I more or less put the writing dream on the back burner and went in the direction of yoga teacher, then freelancer, then graphic designer, he applauded me. As long as I can remember, my dad has told me that I could do it; whatever I set my mind to. I used to roll my eyes at him and say "You have to say that. You're my dad." But thinking back on it now, I know that I wouldn't have been confident or brave enough to take some of the risks that I did if he weren't there cheering me on and assuring me he'd catch me if I fell. Especially today, when the seriousness of my decisions seems so much greater and so much more permanent, it's really powerful to have my dad's backing. I'm so thankful to have a dad that understands the value of working hard to be able to do something you love -- even if it's unconventional or different. Today, after what feels like a gazillion pep talks from my dad, I know that he was right about me all along.
Happy Father's Day!