So---
"Sorrrry Dad:"
- that I snuck out of the house (and church dances--I thought surely no one would notice my pump wedging the back door open) so much
- that I wrecked the Volvo (and the truck. . .etc)
- that I said that I wished I was born a Rockefeller
- that you didn't like any of my boyfriends that were named Shawn/Shaun
- that I changed my major on your dime
- that I repeated the joke "Knock knock. Who's There? Dwayne. Dwayne who? Dwayne da bafftub, I'm dwowning" ad nauseum
- that I'm not orthodox
- that I grew hips and didn't become a trackstar according to our plan when I was 9. (Did you let me beat you when we sprinted or did I win fair and square?)
- about bloodying your flesh as I clawed my way up and over your shoulder while trying to get away from Santa Claus.
- about saying "EEEeeewww!! There's so much blood!!" in front of your patient as you were performing a tooth extraction on her.
- that Sam, my showhorse (read moneypit) was a mentally unstable, crazy-eyed mountain of a thing who acted like everyday was his first day of training.
- that the bumper sticker on my car said "Put Something Exciting Between Your Legs, Ride An Arabian"
- that I gave you that "haircut" that one time (well you were in the Air Force at one point in your life, so a buzzcut was not a total anachronism even if that wasn't the hairstyle you had originally wanted.)
- that I peed the bed and had bad dreams so much
- that I moved far away and cant' see you when I want (this would be the only thing I'm really sorry about since all of the above, I tack up as the follies of youth.)
In Spite of it all, you have loved me. I love you back.
Happy Father's Day to you and all ya'll Dads who deal with your children's follies of youth.
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