Mr. Ferniz,
You're a great dad, Sir.
Fathers out there, deserve all the love and respect of their children.
A father's love is unique and really needed for any child. A father's hand corrects, and directs toward the right path. A father's words, sterns a child, and bears witness to right and wrong. A father's reprimand is not only to correct, but is an act of Love. He reprimands because he loves his child. He reprimands because he cares for their welfare and future.
My father is not a talkative type of man. Very quiet siya in person. Very retiscent and reflective man, is my dad.
As a youth and adolescent, I used to argue with my dad and he knows how much I tested his patience. But now, I look back at those years and cannot help but smile in the love that Dad put in correcting me and my baby siblings.
In my adult life, I realize that I am very similar to my father. My mannerisms, and even my outlook on things--I have come to notice that it is very similar to my father's. My younger brothers would joke with me, "Kuya, you sound like Dad, when you're angry." hahaha. I joke around with them. Before, when the said that, I would say, "No, I don't."
But now, I am honored to even be compared to my father. He is my role model. Sometimes I don't feel worthy because my father's shoes are very large. Throughout my life, my father has sacrificed alot for us--his children. Iyang priority was always us kids and the family. He may not verbally be so open to say I love you--but he does so in his own way.
And when our dad does tell us that he loves us---it is a big thing for us kids.
I can remember--when it was in my 1st year of college---as my parents unpacked my things--and they got ready to drive back home to New Jersey and leave me in Allegheny College--I can remember my stomach churn. Because i have never been so far away from my family before. 500 miles away.
My father, came up to me with tears in his eyes and said to me, "I Love you Doy'" And that was it. I could not even look straight. I kept my tears. And as soon as they drove away--after hugging my mom and my dad and sibling, i could not stop crying. As I watched them drive away, all I could htink of was my Dad.
Seeing Daddy drive away brought me memories when I was a child---only 4 years old. When dad was still an Engineer in Saudi. I remember he came back for vacation and when it was time for him to go back to Saudi--i didn't want him to leave me. I got so angry--that i even took my bag and packed clothes--my shirt, chinilas, shirts, pants , kai gusto ko mo kuyug ni Daddy. Ingoon sija nako, 'Dili puydi, Doy."
And he left for Saudi--and I remembered crying so hard. Kai mingaw ko ni Daddy. Always wanted to be with my Dad in my early childhood.
And when dad dropped me off in College--and drove away. It awoke my old memories.
My dad is so very important to me. To my heart.
A father completes a home, imho.
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