This past week has been extremely fun, yet distracting for me. Monday I felt lightheaded with conjestion and had to take the rest of the afternoon off from work. I later had to make an appointment with a doctor to see if I had bronchitis or pneumonia. Lucky for me, it was neither and my coughing was only due to my allergies. Once I get my allergies under control, my coughing should subside. Tuesday, I took the day off from work because it was my birthday. My mom gave me a little surprise party with some old friends of ours. It was great to look around the table and just be in the midst of people I know who care about me and who have seen me grow up since I was 5 years old. Of course, much to my mom’s delight, she made sure the servers came around with a little cake and candle. Once I was served my delicious dessert, they all broke out in song and serenaded me. The last time this happened, we were on a Royal Caribbean ship and the entire restaurant sang along. My mom really thinks this tradition is hilarious, but if it makes her happy, then I’m happy (and embarrassed). It was a perfect day and everything went well.
One of things I learned this week is how truly profound a parents actions can affect a child even as they grow up and become adults. Children are so impressionable at such an early age, every little thing you do as a parent they hang on to or they remember it for life. I’m remembering the first time I met my biological father, he turned his head away and refused to shake my hand. This was significant to me because I was 12 years old. Two simple acts from him and it affected me from then on up to the end of my 20’s. All I wanted and longed for was his love and acceptance. I didn’t know what I did to deserve his cruel actions except maybe to think I reminded him of my mom who he truly loved. It was hard growing up without a father figure and understanding the male way of thinking. I had to learn through trial and error in regard to dating. But it always went back to my father. The way I was treated. The love, care and respect a father gives to his daughter is what makes a girl know how she should be treated as she gets older. Anyways, years ago, my adoptive mom met my biological father again and they chatted for a bit and he told her to tell me that he loves me and is very proud of who I’ve become. That’s all I needed to hear and it made all the difference in the world. It was a beautiful ending to all my confusion and sadness as a result of feeling rejected and unloved by my father. A new day of finally feeling accepted by the one man who was part of me, my flesh and blood. My mom told him how I finished school, never got into drugs, alcohol, smoking or anything crazy. Children remember vividly the smallest details and fleeting moments a father gives them. For a parent, what may seem like an ordinary gesture or conversation to their child is actually a monumental moment in time for a child, especially to a daughter from her father. These past years have been serene and I feel good in regards to my biological father. I am at peace and happy in my heart.
National News: Remember that 10 year old girl who was waiting for a lung transplant last week? Well, she got her lungs and had a successful surgery this past week. Colorado had to deal with a huge forest fire and Man of Steele is doing pretty well in theaters across the nation. Hopefully, I can check it out next week.
Happy Father’s Day to the coolest, kindest, sweetest most awesome blogger dads out there who I am lucky to call my friends here on WordPress. This is your day and you all deserve “THE BEST DAD AWARD” badge! Enjoy your day!