The difference
I was born on the evening of August 9th in a small Colorado hospital. My Father, Thurman, still says I was the best birthday gift he ever received. When I was born, the doctor like all good doctors seemed to do, he held me a little higher to give a more dramatic atmosphere in the room and said “It’s a boy”. No, I wasn’t, as my mom pointed out I was a beautiful baby girl, but that sentiment, I was a boy has always seemed to hold true to my dad. Growing up my dad was stern but kind, he never treated me as though there was a limit of what I could do as a girl. When he and my mother separated, I was 6 and it gave me the experience of growing up with just my father which is an irreplaceable experience. He always encouraged me to …show more content…
Then again after my mother left is when I have the best memories of my dad, looking back now I realize how strong he was. He was a single guy, with no family in the area, running his own janitorial business, and taking care of his little girl. I have no memories of him complaining, and he’d always come home with a smile even though he looked almost broken, like an antique clock. I recall a time my dad had to go clean for a car company. I remember reluctantly having to help clean by going around and changing the trash bags and sweeping at midnight when it was pouring rain outside. Although it was very tedious and tiring work I kept in mind my dad did this plus more every night and made it look like nothing, I still admire him for it to this day. The best part was afterwards, the company had a huge space in the back almost as big as a football field with broken cars scattered around, and was entirely caged in by a metal fence. It was a playground if you squinted; then tilted your head to the side just a little bit, but it was just enough for us. I remembered that there was a football laying around the car company. I’m guessing I had the same idea my father did, but if there was an opportunity, we took it. My dad taught me how to play football before first light in the back of an old car company when it was pouring rain; looking back now …show more content…
I was just as good as anyone else. Unique is something I can definitely call my upbringing with my dad. My dad went to the PTA meetings most of the time and he was the only male there. I can’t imagine how weird that must have been for him, but he always handled it with dignity. You know how in elementary school during Halloween your parent comes to your school and they dress up a little, like a pirate or a fairy princess? Well my dad strolled in with his blade costume on, he had fake vampire teeth and was covered from head to toe in black with the exception of the droplets of fake blood leaking from his chin. Even though he was by far the scariest looking in the school, it didn’t matter, in my eyes he was my champion and he was all I could have asked for and more. I know he did things different from other parents. I think it’s that difference that makes him more than I could have ever asked for. He became a hero in the comics we read together. Whenever he was around I never had to worry about anything. He may have no idea how to do my hair or he may lack the ability to teach me how to talk to boys, but he’s still one of a kind. He’s the difference that made me who I am. He never told me there was a certain way to act and his neutrality in how I was raised gave me the ability to make those decisions for
I was born on the evening of August 9th in a small Colorado hospital. My Father, Thurman, still says I was the best birthday gift he ever received. When I was born, the doctor like all good doctors seemed to do, he held me a little higher to give a more dramatic atmosphere in the room and said “It’s a boy”. No, I wasn’t, as my mom pointed out I was a beautiful baby girl, but that sentiment, I was a boy has always seemed to hold true to my dad. Growing up my dad was stern but kind, he never treated me as though there was a limit of what I could do as a girl. When he and my mother separated, I was 6 and it gave me the experience of growing up with just my father which is an irreplaceable experience. He always encouraged me to …show more content…
Then again after my mother left is when I have the best memories of my dad, looking back now I realize how strong he was. He was a single guy, with no family in the area, running his own janitorial business, and taking care of his little girl. I have no memories of him complaining, and he’d always come home with a smile even though he looked almost broken, like an antique clock. I recall a time my dad had to go clean for a car company. I remember reluctantly having to help clean by going around and changing the trash bags and sweeping at midnight when it was pouring rain outside. Although it was very tedious and tiring work I kept in mind my dad did this plus more every night and made it look like nothing, I still admire him for it to this day. The best part was afterwards, the company had a huge space in the back almost as big as a football field with broken cars scattered around, and was entirely caged in by a metal fence. It was a playground if you squinted; then tilted your head to the side just a little bit, but it was just enough for us. I remembered that there was a football laying around the car company. I’m guessing I had the same idea my father did, but if there was an opportunity, we took it. My dad taught me how to play football before first light in the back of an old car company when it was pouring rain; looking back now …show more content…
I was just as good as anyone else. Unique is something I can definitely call my upbringing with my dad. My dad went to the PTA meetings most of the time and he was the only male there. I can’t imagine how weird that must have been for him, but he always handled it with dignity. You know how in elementary school during Halloween your parent comes to your school and they dress up a little, like a pirate or a fairy princess? Well my dad strolled in with his blade costume on, he had fake vampire teeth and was covered from head to toe in black with the exception of the droplets of fake blood leaking from his chin. Even though he was by far the scariest looking in the school, it didn’t matter, in my eyes he was my champion and he was all I could have asked for and more. I know he did things different from other parents. I think it’s that difference that makes him more than I could have ever asked for. He became a hero in the comics we read together. Whenever he was around I never had to worry about anything. He may have no idea how to do my hair or he may lack the ability to teach me how to talk to boys, but he’s still one of a kind. He’s the difference that made me who I am. He never told me there was a certain way to act and his neutrality in how I was raised gave me the ability to make those decisions for