For all the awesome dads out there, Happy Father’s Day! For my readers rockin’ two X chromosomes, take a few moments to show your appreciation & gratitude for the awesome men in your life.
Being a parent is hard work, and dads often get the short end of the stick when it comes to the credit. Don’t get me wrong. Moms should be venerated and showered with praise. Every. Single. Day. But Dads deserve respect too!
There are countless studies that show the importance of positive male role models in a child’s life. No matter how awesome a mother is, she cannot and should not be all things at all times to her child.
Research shows that fathers are more likely to challenge their children, encourage risk taking, and engage in loud, rowdy play. I know the true identity of the tickle monster in our house. Hint: it’s not me.
I’m incredibly thankful my girls are growing up with an amazing, engaged father who isn’t afraid to change a dirty diaper, get down on the floor to play, and help around the house.
I could go on and on about my amazing husband, but I’m going to switch gears and talk about my dad.
The Mighty Quinn
My dad will be 69 this October. This is a big deal because he had a massive heart attack and quintuple bypass surgery when he was 47. They had to crack his chest open and replace not 1, not 2, not even 3 or 4, but 5 of his arteries.
My family likes to joke that our dad is so stubborn he’ll outlive us all. Joking aside, every day with him is an incredible blessing. I don’t tell him often enough how much I love him, but the truth is I’m incredibly lucky for my almost 32 years with him. I’m even more grateful that my girls will have awesome memories with Papa Q.
Like Father, Like Daughter
My dad and I are cut from the same cloth. We’re alike in so many ways, which led to some pretty intense standoffs growing up. To say my dad can be antagonizing is a major understatement, and he’s been known to spark some pretty ferocious debates in our family.
While my mom and sister wisely ignored his provocations, I was too stubborn to do the same. I’d jump right into the melee, often saying something I’d regret before storming off in tears. Later I’d eat a giant piece of humble pie and apologize.
As a much wiser, mature (ha!) adult, I have to thank my dad for teaching me the power of a sincere apology. And the wisdom to know when to bite my tongue!
Looking back, I can’t really remember what we argued about. Mostly silly stuff, I’m sure. Now I laugh when I see a stubborn look cross Bean or Monkey’s face. We’re in for some doozies, and I can guarantee it won’t be my husband losing his patience over some snarky comment from our tween daughters!
What I do remember from my childhood are countless sweet memories with my dad:
Daddy’s Little (Shy) Girl
I was quite shy as a child, and I’d often hide behind my dad when we’d meet other adults. I was also terrified of photographers. Back in the day, they hid behind a giant, scary camera and cloth. Can you really blame me for freaking out?
I love this picture from the summer I turned 2. My dad wasn’t supposed to be in the shot, but after having a monumental meltdown, he joined Pooh bear, my doll, and me.
Step by Step
I’ll never forget walking laps around the ‘loop’ in our house after my dad’s heart attack. In the beginning, his steps were painfully slow, and he could only make it around a few times. Before long, we were zipping along, counting laps and trying to beat the previous day’s record.
My dad and I are the early birds in our family. On trips to the beach, we’d get up before everyone else and go for sunrise walks. My dad had an old 35 mm camera, and he was always trying to capture the perfect shot of the sun rising out of the ocean. I’ll never forget those quiet mornings together.
Earthquake?! Nope, Just Dad Snoring
My dad coached both my brother and sister’s basketball teams. When I started swimming competitively, he became an official. Even after I left for college, he stayed involved with the neighborhood team, coaching and mentoring kids.
Coach Quinn is legendary in Cherokee County. Despite his gruff exterior (he scared the daylights out of my first boyfriend!), my dad has a heart of gold and kids gravitate to him like a giant teddy bear.
I’ll never forget traveling all over Georgia with my dad for weekend swim meets. When we’d get to the hotel, it was CRITICAL to fall asleep before him. His snoring is legendary too!
Dancing at My Wedding
My dad always told my sister and me that he just wanted to dance at our weddings. Hands down one of my happiest memories of the day. Watching him dance with my sister a few years later reduced me to another giant puddle of tears.
My dad is now a proud grandfather six times over! I can’t tell you how sweet it was to watch him hold Bean and Monkey for the first time. Our girls love their Papa Q, and they can’t wait to climb into his lap when they see him.
Thanks for the memories Dad! I love you!
Daughter on Father’s Shoulders Photo by By: Stella Yodo
What are your favorite memories with your dad?