Let me start by saying that I’m not very good with phone calls. I don’t like making long distance phone calls because I find them to be quite impersonal. In fact, give me an old-fashioned letter and I am over the moon with happiness.
Long distance rates have come down significantly over the years but I always remember when I called my dad he would talk faster and say things like “I better not keep you on the line, this is costing you money!”. Even when I lived in another town in Canada it was always the same conversation. “Hi, how are you, what’s new and this is costing you money, I’ll see you at Christmas”.
But before all of that it always took him 3 or 4 minutes to determine which daughter was calling. You see my sister and I sound exactly alike on the phone. I even used to play jokes on my sister’s husband when he called home from work and I was visiting. I could keep him going on the phone for at least 5 minutes before he caught on, haha.
But in the interest of time and having to explain which daughter was calling I started to cut to the chase and make it easier for dad. I hated the idea of having to say “it’s Leah, your other daughter”, so I adopted my own signature way of announcing it was me and I started calling him “Daddy-O”.
My dad has always reminded me of a super-cool James Dean
and I have this great black and white photo of him when he was 20. He has the white t-shirt, jeans and slicked hair and he was quite a looker back in those days. I can see why the girls were crazy for him.
Sadly, my parents divorced when I was 1-year-old and I didn’t grow up with him. We re-connected when I was in my teens but there was a big gap in our history. Every time Father’s Day rolled around I would struggle as an adult as to what to say or do to express my love for him.
I would scramble to the shops and spend hours searching for the right verses in cards. It was useless, I’m not really a “say it in a card type of person”. Like my dad, words don’t come easy to me…at least not in person and not on such a personal level. My blog has in some ways linked our lives together in ways I never would have thought imaginable. In fact, his encouragement of my writing is what inspired me to start blogging.
In his own quiet way he has been a cheerleader in my corner and a great inspiration. I have the utmost respect for him and his steely values. Is he as old-fashioned as the hills? You bet! Is he a cranky sort when his arthritis is bugging him? You bet! Does he complain about kids these days? You bet! Does he wash his car every day? You bet! Is his lawn perfect? You bet! Is his vegetable garden the best in the neighbourhood? You bet! Does he make the best pickles? You bet! Is he the best dad? YOU BET!
Happy Father’s Day Daddy-O!
Affectionately, your daughter Leah.