
I remember the time when my mother had a Samsung Android, My brother and I had a One Plus and he… He still had a Nokia 5130. Chances are you wouldn’t even know what that phone is. “He” is all our fathers.
He gives up on his needs and necessities for our luxuries. He, all of a sudden, couldn’t care for new clothes when it’s his birthday. But, you will not see him missing your gift on yours. Ever.
You can tell what was the best year for your father when he seems to freeze on a clothing style and decides to wear it out. He doesn’t get the glory of it at all, you know. He just watches from the sidelines. To put it bluntly…
He is forgotten.
One day is not enough to honour how special a father is. He’s amazing every day of the year. Yes, oh it’s fathers Day! Let’s all put a photo with him online or put a story on something he doesn’t even use. That should be enough to show how much you appreciate him, right? No. It’s not!
Change your attitude. This is not how you tell someone you love them. I’m not saying buy him a gift. That’s his money. Besides, not everything can be bought with money. But, I’m also not saying that you need to give him a card reading “Please accept this as a token of my poverty.”
It should be visible in your eyes. Throughout the year. Not just for a day. Go and sit with him at least, once in a while. Talk to him and even that will please him more than you’ll ever know. He’ll slip in a life lesson if you put your heart into it and pay attention. His stories with his mates, his times, everything. He isn’t just someone with whom you live. He’s the blood that runs through your veins.
Pablo Neruda once wrote
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved. In secret, between the shadow and the soul.
That’s how a dad loves.
He’s someone we’ll always look up to, No matter how tall we grow. He’s, the First SuperHero, we ever know.
Itβs so thoughtful and touchy!!! I pictured my father while reading it thoroughly. Such a wonderful piece of writing, thanks for sharingππ
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Dads are heroes that don’t wear capesβΊ
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By the way your missed opportunity post really resonated with me ππ»ππ»
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Oh thank you so much, I really appreciate
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Beautiful post on the perspective of a father’s love. I adored it.
My father was the pragmatic sort. His birthday would pass, so he would not pay any attention to when the day approached. Father’s Day was nothing special to him, though he certainly appreciated when I’d buy him a card.
A father’s love is not so much expressive as a mother’s. It’s sorta something you need to look for, though that’s not to say it doesn’t exist. I think a father knows he has proven his love, and like my own father, doesn’t need to continually remind everyone of it.
Like you said, sit with the man, share a moment… I’d love hearing my father reminisce.
My father died back in 2013 when I was only an adolescent of 17. I loved him, and it took me 6 years to finally begin to weep. I guess it was because I was starting in my life, and grief was unknown to my immature self…
I still do have my grandfather, on my mother’s side, who is the only remaining “fatherly” person I have left. π
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Exactly, like I asked my dad, hey Papa let me make you a cake today for Father’s day
He was like no, don’t do it today. Do it tomorrow, I don’t need cakes. Don’t make one in my name. They just will never admit for the affection, it’s so sad if we think about it deeply. Thank you for this comment, it was so good to read
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Very nice write comment and write up
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Very well written ππ, our thoughts are similar on this ,I also wrote something like this
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I saw, your post was just below mine on reader and I was like.. Ay High five ππ»π
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Hehe, ππππ
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That’s so true. Our fathers (even mothers) are usually in the sidelines watching us succeed and cheering us on. A wonderful perspective!
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Thank you ππ»ππ»β¨
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