When I was very young, I was a sick child. With that, I grew up to have very low self esteem. I would go to school with a smile and come home in tears. I would get bullied by others. Or school mates would poke fun at me. I was extremely quiet in class. And spoke only when spoken to.
And seems that no one understood how I felt. Except my dad. I used to come home and tell him everything that happened in school. And my dad would tell me not to worry. He would say "If someone thinks you are no good, prove to him you can do better. Don't let anyone thinks worse of you. "
But somehow, I wasn't convinced. Still my sadness shows. I remembered fondly my dad used to sing this song to me :
Daddy's Little Girl
You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold,
You're daddy's little girl to have and hold.
A precious gem is what you are,
You're mommy's bright and shining star.
You're the spirit of Christmas, my star on the tree,
You're the Easter bunny to mommy and me.
You're sugar you're spice, you're everything nice,
And you're daddy's little girl.
You're the treasure I cherish so sparkling and bright,
You were touched by the holy and beautiful light.
Like angels that sing a heavenly thing,
And you're daddy's little girl.
My dad, being educated, was able to communicate with us better. He spoke to me in English. He would expect us to read good story books. Thus I never grew up on Enid Blytons’ fairy tale books. He was a loving father who spend all his afternoons after work with us.
He would read to me as a child. I remember my early childhood days were often filled with wonderful memories of him bringing me to the Circus. Yes, there was live shows and traveling circus with performances of Elephants, horses and dogs and stunt shows.
My dad was also a quiet man. After school, he would spend all his time in the afternoon marking papers and homework. By the way, he's a retired English school teacher. After which, he would take time to tuition me in my studies. Then he would spend time with me to read to me.
My dad loves to watch movies in English. So when we got our first television in the early 1970s, its often the English programmes that was tuned in. At a young age, he taught me to appreciate many things. From music to dramas to Art. During the school holidays, he would bring me to watch Musicals. Like Fiddler on the Roof, My Fair Lady and not forgetting all the Disney's classics like Lady and the Tramp, Dumbo, etc.
My dad taught me to swim. And everything I do, no matter what it is, he finds favour in all of them. I never had to try very hard to please him. I loved my dad. In my dad's eyes, I was perfect. And so I told God as a child, one day, when its time for me to look for another man in my life, I want the same one, just like my dad.
And when that day came, God fulfilled my wish again. The man I finally met and married was like my dad in many ways. Though he will never be the same Dad I grew up with, he was someone who cared for me and loved me for what I am. And what I was capable of. Not expecting more but accepted all that I am.
I was spoiled silly as a child. My mom doted on me as much as my dad did. She would never allow me to clean the table, or even my room. I never had to learn to cook or iron the clothes. So when I got married, I knew nothing about household work or even to cook a decent meal.
But I strived to improve, to be better and to be what he wanted for a lifetime partner. Its often said " Love changes things" And yes, it does. It changes me.
This post is dedicated to all the fathers out there. The ones we have now, the ones who have gone now, the ones waiting to be one now too. Thank you for all you are to me, to us.
This is my dad..in his prime years. At 75 years old, his hair is still jet black, naturally.
And may God bless every father out there.