Father's Day 2013
You probably don't remember how once when I was a young woman you gave me a letter. It was written in black ink on a folded up piece of lined paper, your own angled penmanship. It wasn't a long note, taking up only one side of the page, but it lacked nothing.
I still have that letter, Dad.
Why have I kept it all these years, you ask? Because the sentiments contained in those handwritten words forged a treasure I'd long chased after. It was a pearl you handed me, and to this day its worth remains as great.
Perhaps it is the same with others, perhaps not, but it seems to me that as children we crave from our mother her love most of all—absolute comfort, affection, and acceptance. But from our father it is his approval so desperately sought after—honest praise, acknowledgement, and affirmation. We run crying to our mother when things go wrong, 'Mommy, Oh Mommy!', trusting that she will do everything in her power to make it all better. However, when things go right—when we seek affirmation for a job well done—it is our father we look to. 'Do you like it, Daddy?' 'Are you well pleased?'
That stamp of approval is not always easy to come by. It is something to be earned. Maybe that is why, like a pearl, it is a treasure to cherish.
And so, Dad, I do carry that letter with me even years after raining tears of joy over the initial reading. It empowered me then, and it empowers me still today when I read those words of acknowledgement and approval...and love.
Thank you for believing in me.
Thank you for being proud of me.
Thank you for bolstering me.
And especially, thank you for taking a moment to compose that rare but invaluable letter and letting me know. It still means the world to me.
I thought you should know.
Happy Father's Day, Dad.