Who's My Daddy?
I was awakened by an early morning phone call recently that wasn't a pleasant one at all. On the other end was a girl that I've been having problems with for a few months...(ugh!!)
While giving her what I felt was the best tongue lashing of her life, she mentioned something that she probably believed would hurt me... something that would be painful to hear.. something that would resemble a verbal stab...and something that people have made jokes about before. I have to tell you I take great pleasure in knowing that the words didn't hurt at all. In fact, the words spoke more to her character flaws than my own.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.. I AM CURRENTLY LIVING WITH MY PARENTS!! *gasp* Yes, it's true. I decided that while I was on hiatus (spin for unemployed), I would come home to NC and spend the time that I had with my aging parents. I didn't have to come here. I could have stayed in Alabama, or moved back to Nashville or Springfield.. but I wanted to spend some time with Mom & Dad.
I'm not trying to justify my actions to the girl who is trying to cause me pain; I just want it posted publicly so that maybe someone else who is in my same situation might take the time to evaluate what is important. That's what I've tried to do.
Look, I'm one of those girls who never got along with her father. WE FOUGHT CONSTANTLY when I was growing up. He was not free with the compliments, and I certainly didn't know how to keep my mouth shut with my displeasure. Bottom line, we were not close.
Fast forward to today: I've been home since the end of March, and my father and I have gotten close. We spend time together and we laugh together; we may have some verbal jousts here and there, but nothing hostile or mean... just loud discussions that usually end in laughter. Kind of like my talk shows.
Conclusion: I have longed for, my entire life, a good relationship with my Dad. So make fun of 40 year old woman living at home with her parents. It's okay! Because I wouldn't trade these moments with my Dad for anything in the world. I love you, pops!
posted by Pamela Furr at
12:39 PM
3 Comments:
How old is this woman who called you? Oh wait...maybe she was trying to make herself feel better beings that the poor old thing is cross eyed or then again it could be the asbestos from her 1969 single wide affecting her judgment.
Hold your head high Pammie girl...you ROCK!
Girl...I am 41 and living with my parents again. Like you, I am happy to spend time with them while they are still here.
Pam, Great piece, I tell my boys (because they will at least listen, my daughters won't) when I was 8 I thought my dad created the earth, when I was 12 I realized that he didn't but I was sure that God had needed his help. But then before I knew it, I was 16 and woundering why I had ever thought such, because he never had a clue, I continued to have that attitude until well after I turned 21. By 25 I came to relize that he was smarter than I had given him credit for being in my teen years but I was too proud to tell him. Finally in my 30's, I had grown up enough to see that I had been so wrong but I still wasn't willing to let anyone see how much I really needed to hear his advise. Then came my 40's and so I decided to let him know how wrong I was but before I could he had a stroke that robbed him of the ability to talk clearly enough to hold a conversation with me to the extent I needed him to. So I just talked to him. Now I'm 45 and I would give anything to have him back.
Allen Kelly
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