When I was about 6 or 7 years old, my dad was on his way out the door for work. I was in the bathroom brushing my hair before school and he had to pass by the door as he walked down the hallway to leave. He poked his head in, looked down and said, “Goodbye Red!” so I looked up, and said “Goodbye Grey!!” real quick. My mom overheard from her bedroom and busted up laughing! Since then, those have been our nicknames for each other. As you can tell in the picture above, I am a redhead and he now has more white hair, but its been grey since his 20’s. I just love my dad too pieces. He is a great example to me in every way! I have been seriously blessed. I know that not everyone gets so lucky, and I am just heartbroken by that because I hope everyone can know just how great dads are and can be.
I feel like fathers roles in parenting and at home can be totally overlooked. I know that fathers seem optional in todays world. Did you know that, according to some research we saw in my family relations class here at BYU-Idaho, girls tend to be more promiscuous around the age of 13 and up without fathers, kids turn out to be more delinquent without fathers, much less kids are likely to finish school or to be employed and will most likely need public assistance in their future when they grow up without a dad. How sad is that!? Fathers play a significant role in parenting.
I want to make this point by sharing some things my dad has taught me. I am not saying my mom didn’t or couldn’t teach me these things, they just happened to be some things I learned from him and I am so blessed to have him.
I learned about hard work and endurance. My dad has suffered his whole life from pain in his feet, ankles and I am sure legs sometimes. He was born with clubbed feet, he had surgery at a young age to help correct his feet, but his ankles have very low mobility and his feet are formed differently, so they are painful and get very sore very easy. He does not complain to coworkers, friends, or us.. yet I know when he works long days or is in the garden/yard working for 6/7hours that he suffers. He is not able to go do all the things he wishes he could, but I still see him enjoying life to the fullest and making the most of what he can do. I know that he wants to work hard and he doesn’t let his pain stop him. Some days it is so bad he can’t really sleep well and yet he works day in and day out, organizing the garage, hiking with young boys from church, etc. We belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints and we do something called Trek. It is a few days of walked in dirt, sand and dust. We hike up and down hills, pushing and pulling handcarts full of all our stuff. We go every few years so the youth have a chance to go at least once and parents can volunteer to go and help out in a variety of ways. My parents just went last week and I know my dad walked it, even with his feet pain. It is in memory of pioneers who trekked in snow, through rivers, on rocks, with no shoes just to find safety for their families and for religious freedom. My dad could have said he was not physically able to go, yet he did. Both of my parents did, and I admire them for that!
Another lesson I learned from my dad, is that we serve others. My mom also is a great example of this, but I wanted to share a few ways my dad has taught me this. He has accepting some callings from our church, which is a service based work and can be very time consuming and provide lots of responsibility and work. My dad has accepted callings that are just that, time consuming, time consuming and full of responsibilities. He has been, what you would call a preacher, he has been a bishop for about 6-7years, non paid and he oversaw every one of the member in our congregation. He was gone on Sundays till about dinner time, when he had woken up early to leave while we still slept. He would be gone for work during the week everyday, and after work he would come home, change into a suit and tie, then head off for interviews with church members and do other things to help others and serve others in our congregation. He got many late night calls for help and would provide blessings for those in need. He and my mom had given a place for people to live(with us) when they needed it. Then he was released and called into a presidency that oversees multiple congregations in the area. This is called a Stake Presidency. He was called as the first counselor and now, he is gone about the same amount, maybe a little more and work with people all over the Snohomish Washington county. It is never convenient, but those callings are not paid, they are completely service oriented and he does it to serve, love and help those who need it and in all they ways he can.
I also learned what a dad should be for a family. My dad is the main provider in my house because he has a great job and worked very hard for that job. He loves all of us so much, and he protects and presides in our home in a special way. As a priesthood holder, which is something that men receive to have proper authority from Heavenly Father for callings, presiding, protecting, and blessing many lives and specifically their families lives. My dad has remained worthy to have the priesthood be something he can exercise when I have been sick or in need to bless and help me. There were a couple weeks where I was sick with strep throat and I was very out of it. I was sleeping at weird times, I couldn’t eat much, I was confused and just feverish, hurting and not happy. I asked my dad to give me a blessing and he was able to do that, it was so special and I woke the next day feeing so much better. I know that because my dad is a priesthood holder and because of his faith and mine, I could be healed from his blessing. He utilized the power of the priesthood, power from Heavenly Father, to help me when I was in need. That is something so special that he could do for me.
Fathers are special, they are very important to family life and family structure. I love my dad so much, he is one of my best friends. I hope that there are more dads out there like mine.