There are things I don't always understand about dad, for a start, what does he actually do when I am in school, its not the cleaning because mum has cleaners in every week. He says the ironing but I am not sure about that when I look at the pleats on my trousers and all my shirts look crumbled. I sometimes catch mum doing her shirts in the morning when she's rushing to work, while dad is still in bed. And why is it that the man at the coffee shop, where we go for after school treats, know his order from memory (skinny latte, thats a joke). Why does his gym bag always occupy the same spot under the stairs, when he is not obsessive.
Well, apparently he does Art and writes this blog, of sorts and as to the Art, well he does not exactly make a living from it. If he had an account it would be in the negative, the paint, the canvas and that expensive framing. And if he paints then why does he buy all that art, some of which I do not understand.
Do you understand your dad? Maybe when I get older it will all fall into place then again would it be better if it stayed a mystery. That way he would always surprise me. He would do the unpredictable and he might always have the right thing to say when I think there are no right things. Maybe he would stroke me when I don't have to ask. Because I might never understand my dad but I know that my dad will always try to understand me. He will get ahead of me, watch out for those hurdles and holes and pick me up if I fall. Know that I have to wipe away my own tears and not run for the tissue paper. He will know when to shout and cheer but also show discretion in praise. He will know things I don't know but never belittle me. He will know that I have to do it my way, that this sometimes will not work but never judge me for my errors. I know he will not always get it right but that he feels his mistakes but like many of a dad, not always be able to confess up. I know that we can share things and not have to speak because just being in each other s company is enough.
I understand this much, that my dad will always want to understand me and not judge me and I know that this he has learnt from my mum because she understands us both. Mum is our warrior maker and dad knows, he understands that behind all real warriors is the love of a mother.
Well, apparently he does Art and writes this blog, of sorts and as to the Art, well he does not exactly make a living from it. If he had an account it would be in the negative, the paint, the canvas and that expensive framing. And if he paints then why does he buy all that art, some of which I do not understand.
Do you understand your dad? Maybe when I get older it will all fall into place then again would it be better if it stayed a mystery. That way he would always surprise me. He would do the unpredictable and he might always have the right thing to say when I think there are no right things. Maybe he would stroke me when I don't have to ask. Because I might never understand my dad but I know that my dad will always try to understand me. He will get ahead of me, watch out for those hurdles and holes and pick me up if I fall. Know that I have to wipe away my own tears and not run for the tissue paper. He will know when to shout and cheer but also show discretion in praise. He will know things I don't know but never belittle me. He will know that I have to do it my way, that this sometimes will not work but never judge me for my errors. I know he will not always get it right but that he feels his mistakes but like many of a dad, not always be able to confess up. I know that we can share things and not have to speak because just being in each other s company is enough.
I understand this much, that my dad will always want to understand me and not judge me and I know that this he has learnt from my mum because she understands us both. Mum is our warrior maker and dad knows, he understands that behind all real warriors is the love of a mother.