It’s Father’s Day on Sunday and I am taking a trip up to Fleetwood this weekend to see my Dad.
It’s the first Father’s Day since he moved up there and as such it will probably be the first time I’ve spent Father’s Day with him in a while. When he lived locally and I’d see him each week at Fit Camp we didn’t worry about getting together on these sorts of occasions.
But by chance, my Christmas present to him is an event on Saturday and so I can spend time with him Sunday too.
I read a blog post earlier this week about what the writer remembered about her Dad when she was a child and what he’d taught her and it made me think about what mine had taught me.
I’ll admit that it was a bit tougher than I thought, I think mainly because I am so very much like him that it’s kind of morphed into a blend of him and me and I am not sure where the edges are.
But I have come up with these.
- You can always help someone. Dad would always pick people up from the train station or take them to the airport early in the morning. He’d volunteer at school fetes, be the key holder at the local swimming pool, he even helped dig my primary school swimming pool, take my friends home from school, look after a dog when he didn’t like dogs and let me adopt a cat without asking him first.
- Work hard. I expect most people hear this from their parents, we did and it was personified in action. I remember Dad having several jobs at a time. He was unfortunate to be made redundant three times in his career and on every occasion just did something to keep busy. I remember him hodding bricks for a while and working in bars whilst he got back on his feet.
- Stand tall and point your toes forward. I laughed when I remembered this. I was a tall kid. 5ft 10 by the time I was 11 and boobs most women would have been proud of. As such I slouched and tried to hide. Not on his watch. He used to nag me to get my shoulders back and make sure I pointed my toes forwards not out like a duck. You didn’t want to get on the wrong side of him so I got this one sorted pretty quickly.
- Keep your nose clean. He didn’t mean this literally, although sniffing was not acceptable! It was about doing the right thing and making sure that no one could call you out on your behaviour. Whether it was the VAT man coming to do a VAT assessment, letting someone go for poor behaviour or bringing us up, he showed us how to be honest and fair at all times.
I’ve become all of these and more. There’s bits of his influence in many of my behaviours and decisions but the last one, keep your nose clean, is one that is present and constant in my mind.
I know how lucky I am to have both my parents still with me, and am grateful that my girls have such good relationships with them.
If you’re not so lucky this Sunday, I hope you can find some happiness in remembering all the good stuff you had not what you haven’t.
We had a triple birthday celebration at Swallowfield Fit Camp this week and so I took along some baked goodies for them all. Here’s a very simple recipe with 3 ingredients that anyone can cobble together this weekend.
After last week’s technical hitch, the last two weeks to bring this up to date are all in place including how I manged in Ireland.
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