“My father didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it” – Clarence Budington Kelland.

Yes, that is how my dad showed me the ropes of life. He has a sense of practicality, a mark of simplicity, a man of few words but brutally honest. I always look upon my dad for what he is today. As I lipped earlier he is a man of few words, my dad doesn’t share much but his action speaks more than words.

Still, I can think the time when my dad brushed my teeth, gave me a bath and wrap the towel around four years old me and his style of wrapping the towel is still unique. My mom makes hot dosa in the kitchen and gets me dressed and my dad runs around the house to feed me and then would drive me to school. During parents meet my dad will always be there to recognize my compliments or embarrassment due to my low scores. But in both the scenarios he was the cool dad. He never raised his voice or showed his anger but he just asks me one thing ” what is this da? ” with a smile. That gave me confidence that my dad is giving me another chance I have to make use of it.

He was the first sportsman I knew. He backed me to play badminton. The first racket which I clung was the freebie bat they gave for boost. I and my Dad use to play in the back alley. Then I started to play in my school and participated in badminton matches. Today I hold a racket in my hand which bore a brand name on it. I play regularly as my fitness regime. I was also involved in other sports activities at my school. My dad never instructed me to do in such a way or the other but when I wanted to do something he never ceased me.

We daughters and sons, for all time take parents for granted. When I started to work I realized how does it feel to take responsibilities in the workplace. Being a dad it takes more to uphold both the beautiful family and the occupation. I have never seen him complain about things happening in the workplace. Office chores end in office and just he is the dad at home, without knowing that, we pester him and not even bothered to ask “how was your day dad?”.

My mom use to say that I have taken after my Dad in characteristics. I feel proud of it.  Even I have grown in years he never treats me in a certain way, still I am his innocent young daughter. At times it makes me feel angry. I wanna tell him “Dad I am grown, treat me as a little woman”. Occasionally I feel it’s always nice to be his little girl with lots of pampering. Today my dad shares things about his career, asks me about particulars he is unaware of. I feel happy that I can give back my dad but it cannot be replaced by what he has given me in these many years.

We have choices in our life. We can choose our dress, food, accessories and even relationships like friends, spouse but few things are not to be chosen. One such is a father. He is destined to be ours. Every dad doesn’t carry the same individuality but their perspective is same, protect their family. They might face heaps of hardship but no time they let us know. Different other fathers wanted to know the adversity and act accordingly. At the end of the day, fathers wanted to shield us.

What have we done for them? what so ever we do it cannot be replaced. But the small gesture of love makes them happy. Just show your love on this fathers day. It doesn’t have to be a gift

If you haven’t called him for a long time just make a call and ask “how are you doing?”

Ask “how was your day?”

Give him a glass of water when he is back home tired

Take him somewhere for recreation

I have shown my love on this father’s day by dedicating this to my father. Time to make your father happy.

xoxo

Mita