Daddy’s Girl

June 17, 2011

So many memories over so many years. A most precious gift. Not tied up with ribbons and bows, but forever safely tucked away in my mind and my heart. All the times you took me by the hand and took me skating. You taught me to skate, though I can’t remember that, being as I was not quite two-years old. But I have the pictures. Me bundled up in my snow suit, scarf tightly wrapped around my face and my hands covered in mittens holding yours on a frozen pond, wobbly little legs on my first pair of skates. And every winter we would go skating. Mom sitting safely on the sidelines with a thermos of hot chocolate to warm us up when we got cold. But you skated with us. I used to love watching you glide around the ice. You seemed so fast and made it look so effortless. I wanted to skate just like you and I kept practicing until I could go as fast as you. I remember tobogganing too. You climbing on board the toboggan and racing down the snow-covered hills with us while so many other fathers watched from the sidelines.

Spring and summertime brought other activities. There was always something to do. Picnics and feeding the ducks at the duck pond in High Park. Pushing us on the swings so high we thought we’d reach the sky. Sunday drives outside of the city. Camping trips, whether they be just for the weekend or for when you got your two-week summer vacation. Oh what fun they were. Pitching a tent big enough for all of us to sleep in, in sleeping bags on air mattresses. Telling stories around a campfire at night while roasting marshmallows on sticks we had found in the woods. Swimming in the lake during the day; it mattered not, you were always with us, watching over us, taking part in the activities. I remember the card games we used to play on the picnic table after dinner. Easy ones when I was little. Go Fish and Old Maid. Before long it was Crazy Eights, and eventually Gin Rummy.

The years carried on and we got older. The activities of our childhood being replaced by part-time jobs in high school, parties, dances and hanging out with our friends. It didn’t matter what time we came in at night though, you never fell asleep until you knew we were safely home and in our beds. One by one we started moving out. But we always knew we had a home to come to. And no matter what we needed, if it was in your power to give it to us or do it for us you would.

Looking back I’ve no idea how you found time to spend all the time you did with us. I remember times you worked two jobs. But you always made time for your family. Your wife and your children were what mattered to you. If we were happy then you were happy. Long retired, your children grown, grandchildren to enjoy and still that is what matters to you – us, your family. It is for these reasons, for a lifetime of memories that will always live inside of me that I’ll forever be a daddy’s girl. Happy Father’s Day daddy – I love you xoxo.

Barbara M © June 2011