As we honor our Fathers this weekend on Fathers’ Day, I had decided to write this blog post to honor the most important men in my life whom I think are possibly the best Dads in the world.
Dad is truly my hero. Everything that I am today, I owe it to him. Dad held 2 things closest to his heart – his family and his political beliefs. So I grew up with the notion that life offered me only 2 things worth fighting for – my family and my right to an opinion.
My tenacity and never-say-die attitude were all aspects of Dad that I grew up with. My conviction to always stand up for what I believed in and to not be afraid to lend a voice to these beliefs, were all nurtured by Dad. When Dad was incarcerated for his political beliefs that fell outside the approved pantone code of that whitewash dished out by the establishment, he taught me that oppression was the worst form of abuse that should never be tolerated. When I saw him being led away by the clipboard-toting establishment lackeys when I was 8 years old, not because he was a criminal but because he did not share the same political convictions, I “found my voice” that day by telling these lackeys how wrong they were to label an ideological difference as a crime. I was then just 8 years old. Ever since, I never stopped lending my voice to a cause I am passionate about.
I Found My Dad In My Hubby
David will deny this vehemently. However, he is somewhat like Dad. A typical Scot steeped in traditional family values, David is extremely protective of the family and will do anything to ensure we are not in want of anything. Even though Joel is his step-son, that term was never used in or outside the home. To David, Joel is his son. In his paternal role, be it the disciplinarian, the counselor, the best friend, or the teacher, David was first and foremost Joel’s “Pops”. David was the one who taught him to swim, the one who taught him to ride his first bike, the one who comforted him when he failed his exams, the one who counseled him when he had girlfriend issues, the one who taught him how to shave, the one who gave him money so he could go repair his bicycle tire, and the one who baked him a cake for one of his birthday parties. My Dad did all that for me and it was heartwarming to see the world’s best stepdad doing that for my son.
Just like Dad was feisty and tenacious, David is the same. He stands up for what he believes in and his ego never gets in the way of what he needs to do when he believes in it. When Dad did not approve of our marriage many years ago, David visited Dad 4 times with the aim of convincing him about how serious he was about me. Each time, Dad would chase him out of the office and told him to leave. David never gave up and was very persistent. He told Dad, “I don’t care if you dislike me, but I want you to stand behind your daughter because she deserves the love and support of the most important man in her life.” I will never forget that because that tenacity had since been nurtured in Joel.
Dads Are Heroes
Joel and I feel very blessed to have Dad and David in our lives.
I am at the stage of my life when I am juggling multiple commitments, managing mounting workload, leading a team and running my Tarot consultancy. This is the time I need these men in my life most to hold my hand as I walk along this journey to find my bliss.
Joel is at the age now where he needs a Dad most. He is managing the intense workload at nursing school braving days of grueling training at the hospital as well as doing projects at campus. While doing so, he is at the age of discovering strong friendships and developing a relationship. Dad carried me through the challenges of my varsity days, when I discovered boyfriends and when I had to maneuver through the challenges of a divorce and a second marriage. So likewise, David is carrying Joel through his challenges too.
Indeed, Dad and David are our heroes. I grew up with so much of Dad in me. I am certain that Joel, having grown up with so much of David in him, will one day, be the best father ever too…..BUT NOT TOO SOON PLEASE, JOEL.
About the writer:
The writer of this blog post is a 43 year old mother of one, who spreads her time between her day job as a marketeer at a financial institution, her hobby as a certified professional tarot reader and numerologist, and her family which includes a 19 year old son. She's married to a Scot who has been affectionately called "The Crazy AngMo" and prays that he does not find out that the term when translated, has labeled him as a "Ginger Head".
