Finish the Sentence Friday hosts:
Kristi Finding Ninee
Stephanie Mommy for Real
Michelle Crumpets and Bollocks
“My father’s best advice was…”
Yes, there is no end to that sentence. Why? Because my father’s best advice was NOT what he said, but what he did. He worked nights and evenings and would often come home in the morning before we all left for school. He would forgo sleep and make sure we had everything we needed, and either bring my mom to work or my sister and I to school. Even after we were all gone, I am sure he didn’t sleep right away. He cleaned, did chores, and laundry. No, not because he had to, but that is what he thought a husband and dad should do.
When those chores were done, he would be available to pick us up or be there for an emergency. I can’t tell you how many times he drove me to interviews while in high school or when I was applying teaching jobs The Bronx and had no idea where I was going. He was there when my sister and I had car trouble or needed help. He was there when my purse was stolen in high school. He was there when I swore Dino stopped kicking in my belly-of course it was a silly first time mommy’s nerves.
He was there when Dino was sick and Tony and I had to work, or when I had to rush Dino to the ER for an ear infection. He is there to come up early to bring Dino to school when Tony has to go to work early. He was there showing my sister and I what a Dad is supposed to do for his kids. Now he is there showing Dino what a grandpa is supposed to do for his grand kid.
My father’s best advice was in all the amazing things he did!
What was your father’s best advice?