My Dad grew up poor in south Philadelphia, one of 5 kids, and no one paid much attention to him. He was on his own most of the time, figuring things out for himself and learning life’s lessons the hard way – pretty much by trial and error, mostly alone.
As a young man, after serving in the Navy, he attempted to go down a “secure” road, becoming a registered pharmacist (like his older brother). He passed rigorous exams to be licensed in two states so he could work behind the counter in a drug store dishing out medicine and advice for the rest of his life. By his mid twenties, after some months working that counter, his much more artistic side led him to star in local radio plays and, shortly thereafter, as the leading man in a summer stock theatre company. He met my mom there (the leading lady), fell in love, did a lot more plays, and never returned to the drug store. He gave up a lifetime “secure” job for the insecurity of show biz. But they made a life together (they’ve been married 57 years!) and he went on to have a very successful TV and film career.
My dad did things differently with his own five kids (I have 4 brothers). He didn’t parent based on how he was parented. Instead, he paid loads of attention to his kids and pretty much did the opposite of how he was raised. He got involved in all of our projects, decisions, triumphs and defeats. Guiding us, advising us, and just generally applauding us along the way, encouraging us to pursue whatever dreams we had.
He’s always been there for me. He and I talk a few times a week and every time, he asks how I am. He usually hears the same answer: “I’m so overwhelmed Dad.” And he always has warm and encouraging, usually helpful bits of advice for me: “Slow down, do less, enjoy more”. He’s REALLY smart. Much smarter than me, and certainly more experienced. One day I hope to really follow his advice.
In the meantime, just hearing his voice always lifts my spirits and makes me feel loved. (And since he likes to read my blog, this one’s all about him!)
Happy Father’s Day Dad
I don’t celebrate you once a year. I do that every day. Thank you for all your hugs, and so much more…..
I love you.
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Love reading this beautiful tribute to your Dad. This is the first Fathers’ Day since I lost my Dad (in December)…he grew up in Philly too, and lived there his whole life except for college and the airforce. Love your product…and would love to profile you on MidChix!
What a lovely tribute to your dad. I, too, have an amazing dad and an amazing dad for my six kids. What a blessing!
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