I’m so lucky to have been able to grow up with a Dad like mine. We were a single-parent family from the time I was 13, and that single parent was my DAD. He’s a Dad that sticks by his kids. Sure, we can do wrong and often did, but he has always been there with whatever it is that we need. I seek his advice often now that I’m encroaching on 40. And his advice is always good. He KNOWS stuff. Why didn’t I realize that when I was 16, or 20, or 28 for goodness sake?
Some of the things my Dad taught me:
1. Blood is thicker than water and family is family. You do anything for your family and they will do anything for you. This is a generations-long tradition with the Masons. Even now, I know if i commit some felony and have to leave the state, I’d have shelter with one of my Mason cousins. And there are a bunch of them. As “interesting” as my relationship is with my brother, I call and he’s there. It works both ways.
3. Be independent. As a girl, my Dad taught me that I shouldn’t be dependent on some man for my happiness, financial support or to change a flat tire. He made me take a perfectly good tire off my 1976 Honda Civic and then put it back on. By myself. I did it, and I can still do it. I know how to wield a screwdriver, a power drill and a socket wrench. I can also support myself financially. I work, make a decent salary and know how to balance my checkbook. I’d probably make more money now if I’d listened to my Dad when I was 20. I was pretty head-strong then and made my own decisions. I learned Rule #2 a little too well, maybe.
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