Last Sunday was Father’s Day. A day when we stop to celebrate and appreciate the father figures in our lives. Whether biological, a guardian or someone who simply performs that function. You get the picture.
I spent sometime reflecting about my Dad. Due to the nature of his profession, he wasn’t around much (physically) as I was growing up. We however spent countless hours on the phone talking about this and that. When he’d come home for holidays he’d bring me a bag full of toys.
In my younger days, I measured his love for me in terms of material possessions. The toys, clothes, shoes, etc.
The older I grow the more I realize how limited a prism that it is.
In retrospect, I have come to realize that his greatest gift to me is his character. My Dad is one of the most gentle, kindest, most courteous human beings I have intercated with. He rarely raises his voice at anyone. He believes in diplomacy. In talking things out. He never carries a grudge. Once you talk about it, he’ll never bring it up again.
His consistency of character is what has struck me the most over the years.
How did you spend your Father’s Day?
What’s that one enduring lesson that your Father/Father figure has imparted on you?