I am the ‘baby’ of the family. Three years younger than my older sister and three and four years younger than my close cousins.
My perspective on my parents changed dramatically after I left home and had to ‘fend’ for myself. I also felt like I had to make up for those teenage years where I was particularly rotten or at least that’s how the joke goes.
In my twenties, with a bit of distance from my life in the comfortable family home, I realized how much my parents had supported me, loved me, provided for me and let me be who I was.
My parents I would never describe as perfect but I think perfection in parenting is an illusion anyways. I would describe my parents as:
I chose these four adjectives because these are the qualities I hope to possess as a parent.
I want to introduce you to my dad:
My dad has had his own business, worked for others, but always put his customer’s first. We often laugh because he always did everything in person while working, never via phone or email. If you had an insurance policy to be signed, he would have said policy in front of you to sign. He still refuses to do any on-line banking, in person it is for him.
Dad was also my coach. He coached me with his other brother Darryl in ringette for eight years. My other passion before volleyball came into my life.
In his grief, my dad still takes the time to go skiing and skating with our family. He reads to the boys, sits with them and asks them questions. Often he cries and expresses his distress with “Oh Gwen!” or another word like “darn”! He is present in his grieving, conscious and kind.
Each morning, he welcomes the boys into their bed to cuddle and watch TV, just like mom did. Here are the boys this morning:
What a man! What a dad! Imperfectly perfect, trying to do the right thing and conscious of all of us around him.
Thanks dad! Love ya!