Father /’fäT͟Hər/ (noun):
a man in relation to his natural child or children.
But what does ‘father’ really mean?
To me my father means the world. He is the one person (along with my mom) who I could count on no matter what. I have talked about this with my mom before and I believe it to be true: girls tend to have a stronger connection with their father, just like boys have a stronger connection with their mom.
My dad will always be my number one, and first, man– I know, very cliché. I admire him, even when he alienated me to teach me a lesson. I still remember when he bought me my first flip phone, but it was no ordinary one. Do you still remember those old phones with green or blue lights only? (Yup, I owned one of those) Well, this one was the first generation of color phones. It was a birthday gift, and it lasted five months. My dad kept telling me not to put my phone inside my pockets that it would fall, but I was part of those girls who simply hated purses. So I went to the country club with my friends and hours later I realized I had lost my phone. I panicked! To make the story shorter, I ended up with a tiny tiny phone with blue light and black text. My inbox was full after 20 text messages, and for a 14-year-old this meant death. I played by his rules for quite some time, until my patience got the best of me and one day my inbox read “Inbox full, please delete messages.” I was so mad I threw my phone against the wall and it is a no-brainer– the screen cracked. Surprisingly, my iPhone 4s was not my first broken screen. So like a true teenager, I called my dad hyperventilating that my phone broke. I told a white lie about how it happened, of course over my dead body I was going to admit that I damaged it.
Here is where the lesson part of the story comes. My dad is full of bad jokes, and when I say bad, I mean he is the only one who laughs. The one I am about to elaborate on, I have to admit, is pretty funny but at the moment I wanted to die. So, I called my dad and demanded for a new phone. I thought he was going to be super mad. To my surprise, he talk to me in a very calm way. He said “Go to the garden.” So I went out into our backyard. Then he told me to go to the very end of the yard. So I walked over there and as I was walking through I wondered why he was making me walk this far and for what. That’s when he told me, and these were his exact words “Look at the tree that’s on the right and tell me if the money has blossomed again.”
$#!%!!!! I hung up the phone and ran hysterically to my room, I couldn’t believe I fell for that. I learned my lesson case-on-point and never took for granted any gift ever again. He basically decided to have some fun while teaching me the value of money. So at the moment I wanted to kill him, but those lessons are the ones that make my dad the best.
I just realized I told a story that probably has nothing to do with the purpose of the post. But because I love my dad so much, I came up with a list of gifts I would love to give my dad on Father’s Day, additionally to my unconditional love of course!
Father’s Day Shopping Guide: