I have previously mentioned what a complete goof my Dad can be. What I didn't realize was how damn perceptive that man is. He hides a brilliant mind behind bad puns and strange behavior.
I have also never really thought about how much his opinion means to me.
Dad has always been the quiet one of my parents. If we asked him for sweets or ice cream, he'd always refer to my Mom. He was the one who built things, who mended things. He was the one who taught me to ski and put up with endless tantrums in the slope. He fixed the bait on fishing rods and taught me and my sister how to safely cross marshes and frozen lakes.
Mom was in charge of the household chores while Dad was in charge of making sure we had a functioning house.
Both of my parents were working while I was growing up. Mom was a midwife, so her hours were not your regular office hours. Dad worked as a communications whatchamacallit for EDS, so he had regular office hours, which meant that he took my sister and me to school and did the bedtime things when Mom was working late.
Seriously, that man has the patience of a saint. Not once have I heard him raise his voice to me or my sister. Not once has he raised his hand against anyone in my family. I can't even remember him getting really angry.
So when he said that he was happy with me when I put my foot down about my future, something warm and tingly came to life in my chest. When he said that he appreciate me being straight with him (and my fears that he'd be hurt were unfounded) I got so happy. It's like I'm no longer a baby girl in his eyes. I am a grown woman, and it feels like he's proud of me.
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