When Daddy was a little Boy– A Tribute
“Fathers don’t cry.”
This was the impression I had when I was young. To me, Father was a strong figure who controls adverse situations to make things comfortable. He could never go wrong with any of his pre-decided actions. His yes and no were clearly marked. Father was not very vocal about his likes and dislikes. Eyes were the only indicators we could guess his mood from. After many years, he’s still the same only I have discovered more perspectives of his personality.
Being a literary person, my father could read the increasing distance between him and his daughter. (Yes, that’s me 😬) In an effort to break the cold wall between us, he used to tell me stories, drive me to long distances and plan family holidays frequently.
One such successful effort was to bring me a book by Alexander Raskin. Titled “When Daddy Was A Little Boy”, the book was dedicated by the author to his daughter.
“A young, bespectacled father made mistakes and was teased by his friends. Like any other ‘normal’ child, he was not perfect. I could relate the story with my father’s. The book had an everlasting impression on me.”
I began to understand that father, too, is a human. He has his own share of laughs, cries, ambitions and desires. We expect him to be a dutiful father and he plays his part efficiently without fail. We want to see him as a strong, protective wall who saves the family from worldly disturbances. In order to give his best, Father somewhere overlooks his dreams in life. To build a happy family, he neglects his passion in life.
I can’t bring his precious years back but will try to revive his passion for travelling. Making this Father’s Day special by gifting my Dad a trip to Australia. A new beginning is on the cards.
I request Bhawna Shah of Kickupstairs to carry the blog-train forward:)
Happy Fathers Day:)
Please check another ‘Fathers Day’ incident shared by me back in 2016:)