Father's Day out
Its been some years since we started thinking about our Father / Dad /
Appa / Papa / Naina on a special day and calling it as Father's day.
Facebook, Twitter, Google+ and other social media sites were abuzz with this trend with people sharing their Dad's photos or posting a 1 liner or sharing some interesting article on how great a Father's love is.
I was thinking about what the word Father meant to me. It was no less than LIFE itself. Mom used to share how I was always with dad, never leaving him to do anything other than to carry me around when I was a toddler, how he got me
my first cycle with all the money he had after I refused to get down from one that I had sat on as a 1 and half year old child. I remember wearing my dad's shirt and sleeping on it when my dad was away on duty for weeks together. Despite being a diabetic, who could only be content watching tasty food, my dad went around the city whiffing the smell of food for me and taking me to those best of restaurants for that mouth watering delicacies.I had learnt lessons of love and care for the poor from dad as he dressed poor people, treated their wounds, gave all the money he had to the hospital to treat them. He forfeited buying his newspapers or Kumudham or Tharasu magazines just to shore up the money he had for buying me my favorite Reader's Digest,Auto India and Overdrive magazines. I can't forget how he used to stay next to me when I was down with wheezing or a fever. I should never forget those red stripes that he gave me on my legs when I had gone to play in the graveyard with those teenagers who smoked and spoke bad words.I remember how I started aping my dad while trying to speak in public and ended up writing with the english words he had used often. That occasional sound could remind me through the traffic that I was already past the speeding limits in our scooter or in our, car which my dad never once drove as he had given those vehicles totally under my teen ownership. Dad's love pampered me so much and now I could only think of those days and wonder if they would ever come back to me.
I was fortunate to have a father like him. For some of my unfortunate friends who cribbed,life was otherwise as their childhoods were stolen by their so called dads who had spent time for money and never for their kids. Then for some there are father figures. The term FATHER FIGURE points to someone who totally cares, takes the ultimate responsibility, defends, guards, guides, encourages, motivates, forgives and showers love on some younger person just like a father does.
Lets celebrate this father's day, remembering with thanks all that our Father has ever done for us.
It could be just a smile or a hug or a sweetly timed gift or even a time to ask for forgiveness and be back with your father. If he is no more and if there is no one else to fill his shoes, then try reflecting all the goodness that your father has ever showered on you in the form of some kind deeds for the deserving ones.
At the end of it all the real meaning of a FATHER is LOVE and PATIENCE
Lets LIVE LOVE!!!
Facebook, Twitter, Google+ and other social media sites were abuzz with this trend with people sharing their Dad's photos or posting a 1 liner or sharing some interesting article on how great a Father's love is.
I was thinking about what the word Father meant to me. It was no less than LIFE itself. Mom used to share how I was always with dad, never leaving him to do anything other than to carry me around when I was a toddler, how he got me
my first cycle with all the money he had after I refused to get down from one that I had sat on as a 1 and half year old child. I remember wearing my dad's shirt and sleeping on it when my dad was away on duty for weeks together. Despite being a diabetic, who could only be content watching tasty food, my dad went around the city whiffing the smell of food for me and taking me to those best of restaurants for that mouth watering delicacies.I had learnt lessons of love and care for the poor from dad as he dressed poor people, treated their wounds, gave all the money he had to the hospital to treat them. He forfeited buying his newspapers or Kumudham or Tharasu magazines just to shore up the money he had for buying me my favorite Reader's Digest,Auto India and Overdrive magazines. I can't forget how he used to stay next to me when I was down with wheezing or a fever. I should never forget those red stripes that he gave me on my legs when I had gone to play in the graveyard with those teenagers who smoked and spoke bad words.I remember how I started aping my dad while trying to speak in public and ended up writing with the english words he had used often. That occasional sound could remind me through the traffic that I was already past the speeding limits in our scooter or in our, car which my dad never once drove as he had given those vehicles totally under my teen ownership. Dad's love pampered me so much and now I could only think of those days and wonder if they would ever come back to me.
I was fortunate to have a father like him. For some of my unfortunate friends who cribbed,life was otherwise as their childhoods were stolen by their so called dads who had spent time for money and never for their kids. Then for some there are father figures. The term FATHER FIGURE points to someone who totally cares, takes the ultimate responsibility, defends, guards, guides, encourages, motivates, forgives and showers love on some younger person just like a father does.
Lets celebrate this father's day, remembering with thanks all that our Father has ever done for us.
It could be just a smile or a hug or a sweetly timed gift or even a time to ask for forgiveness and be back with your father. If he is no more and if there is no one else to fill his shoes, then try reflecting all the goodness that your father has ever showered on you in the form of some kind deeds for the deserving ones.
At the end of it all the real meaning of a FATHER is LOVE and PATIENCE
Lets LIVE LOVE!!!
posted by JeanYES Stories @ 7:59 PM
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