Why My Dad Is The Best: A Father’s Day Tribute

If someone came to you and asked you to write a blog about your dad, where would you start? Would you begin with a childhood anecdote? Would you talk about what makes him your superhero? Would you describe his mannerisms? His character? His wit?

I don’t know where to begin.

When I was asked to write this I jumped at the opportunity, practically saying ‘Yes!’ one hundred times over. As a lover of writing and a master of words, I immediately thought “how easy!” Now, here I am… 3 days later, with NO IDEA how to capture my love for my dad in words on a page.

I’m going to start with my first memory of my dad and I. I was three years old. My mom left to go to work and it was just dad and me. I was crying, big, huge crocodile tears streaming down my face begging for “mommy.” I was inconsolable and kept my dad at about a 20-foot distance. I backed myself into the corned behind the front door and wailed. At the time, my dad, a young 32 year old just sat there. I can’t even begin to think of how devastating it must be for your own child to want, no demand, one parent over the other, but my dad was not going to be ‘the other parent’. After what seemed like an eternity, I was tiring from my screams and my dad, tiring from listening. Through my tears and big belly breaths I hear “Kacey, do you want to go get a donut?” I paused. I looked at my dad, still being unsure of the fact that he wasn’t “mommy” but I nodded and agreed to let him help me put my coat on.

We loaded up “in the big truck” and headed for Donut Village. Sitting across from my dad in a chair all my own, holding my pink strawberry frosted donut with sprinkles, my dad looks at me and I look at him. He says “Sprout, we don’t need to tell mom we got donuts.”

Flash forward 20 some odd years later, on my wedding day. My dad stood up in front of 200 people and pulled out a box of Dunkin Donut’s munchkins and proceeded to tell everyone that he and I had a rough start 27 years ago but that I ended up comin’ around, thanks to donuts.

Everyone who thinks they have the best dad, is right. What makes mine the best:

His advice – When I question myself, he is always there to listen to me. He offers guidance without being overbearing. He projects his opinions without disregarding my own.

His wit – No one makes me laugh the same way. His creative and clever moments of comedy that make me laugh harder every time.

His support – Every dance recital, every soccer team he coached, every volleyball, basketball, hockey, lacrosse game that he never missed, every race I ever ran he was there. My dad is never just there he’s involved. From little league t-ball to college decisions to buying my first home, his support has been nothing shy of overflowing.

His love – Not just for our family but for everyone he knows. My dad has the biggest heart and all of the love to give. He sincerely cares for people in his life in a compassionate and empathetic way.

His Drive – I am lucky enough to have two parents with unbelievable work ethic and drive. My dad does not stop until those around him are happy. He is the hardest working person I know and whenever I think about quitting, I think of my dad. He never quits.

This list could go on and on. But, there is someone else I need to thank for my amazing dad…. His dad. Who taught him everything he knows about being the best dad there is. My grandpa’s legacy lives on everyday through my dad and he would be so proud of the man he is today.

I consider myself lucky every day to have my dad, to call my dad, to tell my dad I love him. I know it is a gift. For those of you who are as lucky as I am, appreciate the moments, stay present, and say thank you.

Dad, thank you. I love you more than all of the Pink Strawberry Frosted donuts in the world.

Love,

Sprout

 

Written by SHiFT rockstar instructor, Kacey.