My dad is made from the best stuff on Earth. He works like a mule at his job all week, and yet has taken his Labor Day vacation to help me and mine.
Yeah *scuffing feet* I’m a Daddy’s Girl- and dang proud of it!
My dad knows how to do just about everything from plumbing and heating (he had a small, one-man business for the last 35 years); to putting in framed doors, to laying floors, and just about everything in between. He’s the man that taught me these things:
1. There’s more than 1 way to skin a cat. He is the ultimate MacGyver, and can make most square pegs fit round holes with a little WD-40, and some Ducttape.
2. If there’s a problem- there’s a way to fix it. You just have to keep looking till you find the answer.
3. If you can’t dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullsh!t. At least that way, someone’s entertained- even if it’s only you.
4. You really can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar. Honey is stickier, duh.
5. If you can get someone to laugh with you, they’re less likely to laugh at you. Class Clown, 1988, thanks.
6. When you really love someone, you don’t give up at the first bump in the road – or the 15th. Work for it. It’s worth it.
7. Don’t talk down to your kids. They understand more than you will ever realize, and they remember things- forever.
8. When brushing someone else’s hair, start at the bottom. It may take longer, but it hurts less, and gives you time to talk.
9. If it aint broke- don’t fix it. If you don’t like the color, paint it. Don’t just throw something out, is there a way to give it new life, new purpose? Check into that.
10. You want to know something? Look it up! I think my dad sending me to our Encyclopedia Britannica (before the age of computers and internet- yes, I’m that frickin’ old, shut up), is what gave me the “research bug”.
But the thing my Dad taught me that has stuck with me the longest? Ask my kids, and they’ll tell you, I say this all the time:
Shit washes off.
This tiny, 3-word sentence has helped me keep my sanity getting through more than my fair share of poopy diapers, flu-symptom nights, overflowing toilets, plugged drains, etc.
My dad is – my dad. He’s there when you need him, even when he’d really rather be somewhere- Anywhere- else.
And this weekend, he’s teaching the OtherHalf and I how to lay our bamboo floor. And I know he’d rather be doing that “else” . It’s been a lot of hard work, and we’re only about half done; but like my Daddy says-
“Anything worth having, is worth working for”.
And this is going to be beautiful.
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