My Dad is My Superhero

When I was a little girl, what I wanted more than anything in the world was to grow up and be just like my dad. I was in awe of him! He was handsome, smart, confident, strong, able to fix most anything I broke, funny, and he loved me. How could I not want to be like him? I was a Daddy’s girl, through and through.

My Dad is My Superhero
My dad and I (circa ’73/’74, I was 2)

As I got older into my teen years and early 20s, I still looked up to him. I began to see that he wasn’t as perfect as I imagined. In fact, he was flawed. Not in a detrimental way, but he would make mistakes. He would piss me off. We would argue. We once had an argument that had me fuming for weeks. Yet, despite all the flaws and irritations, I loved him. I still wanted to be like my dad. I was a Daddy’s girl, through and through.

My Dad is My Superhero
Dad and I goofing around on a flight to California, 1987.

Then, when I was nearly 25 and I attempted suicide, I discovered my dad was even stronger than I knew. He and my mom supported me as I healed physically and mentally. He was there for me. I saw the emotional toll my actions took on him. The pain I caused him, and it broke my heart. At one point, I realized he thought I took him for granted. He couldn’t have been further from the truth. It took a while, but I made sure I let him know that he was who I wanted to be, still. I was still a Daddy’s girl and always would be. And, we healed together, as father and daughter, and as a whole family.

My Dad is My Superhero
Dad and I in Nashville, 2001.

Throughout my life, my dad imparted important lessons for me. He showed me how a man treated a woman by how he treated my mom, his mom, and all the other women in his family. My dad taught me what responsibility meant and how to accept it, even if that wasn’t what you wanted to do. He demonstrated for me the importance of family by putting us first. Through his actions, he revealed what it means to treat everyone with respect.

My dad is a wonderful man. He is my superhero. He has always been that to me. As an adult, I can now see that he was never perfect, not always confident, not able to fix everything, though he tried, but he loved me. He still loves me, and I love him!

Now, my dad is a grandfather. He adores his grandchildren, and they adore him. I am so thankful that God blessed me with such a wonderful dad and my girls with such a great grandpa.

My Dad is My Superhero
My dad holding my daughters! What a fabulous grandpa he is! 🙂

Happy Father’s Day to my superhero, my dad! I love you!

About Denise

Hi! I'm Denise, a 40+ year old SAHM trying to navigate the world of motherhood. I blog about parenting, food, and have been featured a few times on BlogHer. I enjoys solving mysteries (Okay..reading mysteries or watching them on TV), cooking, and drinking way too much caffeine than I should. Basically, anything I needs to do to survive the toddler years.

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