A story for love thursday

As you are reading this, I am on my way to Blogher… and no doubt feeling pretty nervous, but very excited.

While I’m away, I thought I would share with you a story about my dad, as it’s Love Thursday and everything.

Since I was about 10 I’ve lived away from my dad, and although I have always felt his presence in my life, I always miss him, and now when I see dads with their daughters it makes me smile – I think that it’s a relationship that is special to me because it allows me to reminisce about the times with my dad.

Anyway, when I was a little girl, I think we were asked to build a circuit or something like that, and I had no idea what to do so I told my dad and he said that he would help me. My dad is a bit of a perfectionist – something I only realized in adulthood – so after about 2 hours I got really bored and left his side… The next morning when I got up, I was completely astonished to find that my dad had built an entire house with working lights!!

Now, as much as I was impressed with his dedication to my simple circuit, there was no possible way that I was toting that thing to school! I envisioned walking into my class with this huge house and decided that the embarrassment would be way to much to handle. And so, sadly, I left the house that my dad spent an entire night working on for me. Yes, I regret it to this day, but it made an excellent doll house, and all my cousins were really jealous of it!

Thoughts from Susan

I thoroughly enjoyed reading this piece Shaz. While I understand your thoughts & regret in not having carted the house to school with you, I agree that it wouldn’t have been the easiest piece to ‘carry’ to school with you - what were you to do?? (I also agree on the embarassment factor).
I think it’s awesome that you do have such fond memories! Those are what to hold on to.
Susan

Thoughts from Dahlia

Aw- we never realize the small heartaches we inflict upon our parents until we are parents ourselves.  But seriously, a whole house, that would have been embarrassing to take to school, particularly because everyone would probably know you didn’t build it yourself.  However, I am sure your dad noticed your use of the house as a dollhouse - and he probably took a great deal of satisfaction out of that!

Thoughts from Mezba

Any pictures?

Thoughts from Achelois

How beautiful! I love fathers They are just as important in a child’s life as the mother.

Thoughts from Specs

This was a really touching story. I second Mezba: If there’s a picture, we would love to see it!