Honor Thy Father
When
I was little, my father was just part of my day. He’d wake me in the
morning and get me out the door in time for school. Then I’d run down
the street to meet him on his way home from work. He wasn’t much of a
handyman, but he kept our yard tidy with an old push mower. He paid
bills at a small desk wedged between the wall and his bed. He didn’t
scold as loud as Mom, but his silence was almost worse. When I was sad,
my tears would be wiped away with his soft white hanky. Just a few of
his words were all I needed to set my world right again. I loved tagging
along on his Saturday errands. On Sundays, we’d walk hand in hand down
the block to church.Being a teen didn’t change my perspective much. My dad was still just part of my day— he worked, took care of the yard and paid the bills. He even taught me how to drive a stick shift— without ever raising his voice. His listening ear and soft white hanky now helped my topsy-turvy teenage world. We played tennis and took long walks, but I thought that’s just what fathers wanted to do.
I learned about the ‘honor thy father’ thing when I was little. I even tried to do it. But honestly, it was always more about me than him. Even as I watched my husband be the best father possible, I could have honored his effort more. Fatherhood isn’t easy and in the daily routine, it can be pretty thankless.
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