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I’m sitting in front of the computer for the second time today desperately trying to find the motivation to write a paper. But searching “pink aesthetic” into Pinterest is so much more interesting and enjoyable than that. while not doing this paper, I stumbled upon some inspiration for today’s post. So to continue this procrastination train, I wanted to share some words about my dad since his birthday is on Saturday and I’ve been reflecting on our relationship lately.
I’m very lucky to have the relationship that I do with my dad. Earlier in my life I was difficult (aren’t all teenagers though) and we butted heads a lot. Looking back, I’m confident that’s because of how similar we are. My dad is stubborn, he understands what is right and sticks by that. He values the principles and will stand up wholeheartedly for what he believes in. I think I got my “fire” from him. Wrongly labeled as “hot head” is really just a pursuit for what is right and what I believe in. Luckily as I grew out of the gross teenager phase, we began to sit on the same side of things and our discussions are now so interesting and fun. Our passion results in in-depth and thought provoking discussion.
In high school he would rush home from work to make sure to make it to every one of my sports meets or games. Whenever I scored a goal I could hear his piercing whistle above the crowd, announcing his support for all to hear. And I heard it too; every time. There was always reassurance that he was there for me. Cheering me on.
On my first day of college my dad was the one who drove six hours, helped me move in and carried all my belongings up five flights of stairs, and then drove six hours back home. I think about this day a lot now that graduation is around the corner. I remember the hug he gave me once everything was in my room and the words he spoke before we parted. “Samantha I’m so proud of you. You’re going to do great here and if you need anything just call. I love you.” And then proceeded to give me 40 bucks in case I was short on cash. Ugh! Brings back all the feels!
Saturday is my dad’s birthday and I wanted to write down a couple things that my dad has taught me that have stuck with me throughout the years.
- He’s always there for me. Always has been, always will be.
- He taught me how to fly a kite, how to ride a bike, play baseball ,etc.
- He also taught me how to swim in the deep end by throwing me into the deep end of the pool when I was obnoxiously afraid to swim in that part of the water. (Didn’t drown, as he knew!)
- He’ll always have confidence in me even when I don’t even have it in myself.
- To speak up for what you believe in and for who you are
- That I’ll absolutely never win at pool against him
- To work hard for the people you love… and just as importantly, for yourself
- To save money
- That you have to put your poker chips in your pocket when you go to the bathroom because we live in a house of thieves!
- Don’t be afraid to change your entire career path. Change can be terrifying but worth it
- and finally: You’re never too old to call your parents mommy and daddy (I don’t even care how corny this is 🙂 )
Happy Birthday, from your little girl.