My father was a school principal, a talented musician, an artist and archer, a learned man, a woodworker, an optimist, a simple man, a messy man. He laughed a lot and was curious about everything. He built boats and rode motorcycles. He opened the door to talk to Mormon missionaries because he enjoyed a good debate. He loved his family.
Other people might have seen a different perspective from where they stood. That is ok.
We all have a lot of dimensions. We see what we want to see. We remember what we want to remember. People are doing the same about you too. What do people see when they look at you? What will they remember?
I miss my Dad a lot. I think about him frequently and wonder what he would think about how my life is turning out. I am not defined by my job but I am defined by my character and the way I behave. I try to be curious, optimistic, and energetic just like my old man.
On this Father’s Day, take a moment to thank that multi-dimensional, probably imperfect man who loved and cared for you while providing an example of how to approach the world.
Thanks Daddy!
Katherine