Happy Father’s Day to all of you fathers/baby daddies/whatever you choose to call yourself! A special Happy Father’s Day shout out to my dad and my Grandpa!
I know it is hard to believe, but when I was a teenager, I was a little bit of a handful. I wasn’t a troublemaker, but I sure was a smart mouth.Because of this, my dad and I were at each other’s throats constantly. My poor mother and brother…they got to witness our fights and snippy remarks up close and personal. Im not exactly sure why I went on this crazy rampage as a teenager. I think it may have had to do with me attempting to find my own voice and backbone . Part of me thinks it had to do with me just going through the typical rebellious stage. Regardless, we fought. We fought a lot, sometimes going lengthy periods of time without talking to each other. There was a point in my teen years where I thought my father and I would never ever get along.
As the years have passed, I am happy to state this no longer is the case. We still have our little battles, but as mature adults, we get over them quickly and don’t have the same issues as we once did. I attribute this to one big realization: I am exactly like my father. If you know both of us, you know this is the case….my mom constantly says that I am my father in a dress. Well, a taller version without a mustache.
A few things you should know about my father and I:
1. We are STUBBORN. Please note that we don’t really follow directions. If we are injured and told not to work out, we will still do it.
2. We are hilarious. At least, we think we are. Because of this, we are wickedly dangerous when we are together. There have been times when my mother has attempted to separate us at the table during holidays..apparently we cause too much trouble. This has to do with the fact that we have a very strange, witty and sarcastic sense of humor. Many of the little things that make us laugh are things others won’t find to be humorous, but we don’t care.
3. We are two of the worst singers on the planet. Seriously, we could shatter glass. This does not stop us from singing and scaring my mom as often as possible.
4. We cuss like truckers. I’m not sure how this came to be, as I can assure you I did get soap in my mouth on occasion as a child. There is no doubt this angers my mother.
5. We constantly attempt to take disturbing photos, especially when someone is sleeping. No one is safe.
6. We are super competitive. I can thank my dad for my desire to win and compete, especially when it comes to running. I started running because of my dad, and I am so glad that I did (you may remember my blog entry about it..if not, you can read about it here. )
7. We like to get the last word. Not the best quality, but it is a known fact that we like to do this. Not a good thing when we get into an argument together.
8. We like to criticize others’ driving. My mom can attest to this being true, as she is usually the one who gets the brunt of it. Sorry, Mom.
9. We are possessive over our food and have been known to put post its on our items in the fridge.
10. We both love Dunkin Donuts to the point where we should have an IV of it hooked up to us at all times.
My dad is my absolute hero, and not a day goes by that I don’t recognize how lucky I am to have such an amazing man as my father. Not only does he motivate me and inspire me, but he loves me unconditionally and allows me to be me. You say I’m just like my father? I can’t think of a better compliment.
Happy Father’s Day, Papa! I love you!