Yesterday I witnessed love in the most beautiful form…the love of a parent. Never-ending, guiding, protective love. It is unique to each parent-child bond and sometimes, the simplest ways that parents express love goes unnoticed. But the love is there.
My sister-in-law came into town to visit and she always stays at her parent’s house when she comes home. She was planning to go out last night and this was the conversation between her dad (my father-in-law) and her:
DAD: “Oh you’re going out tonight?”
SIL: “Yep, just to watch a movie.”
DAD: “Are you coming home to sleep?”…with a little bit of panic and worry that an average person would never sense
SIL: “Of course.”
DAD: “Ok.”…with relief
My sister-in-law is 28 years old and a grown woman. But she will ALWAYS be daddy’s little girl. A father’s love never fades. She may be grown and able to take care of herself but he will always worry about her and want to protect her. It was a simple conversation that I was a witness to. A normal conversation. But there is such deeper meaning to the simple things sometimes. He cares so much about his little girl and wants to protect her and he just needed peace of mind…that when she gets home, she will be safe under his roof. I am lucky that I have gained such a loving father in my life. He is an amazing man.
Sometimes I think that my own father must love me deep down, just as good fathers do. I think that the generational gap and cultural barrier doesn’t allow him to show me or tell me that he cares that much. But then I’m reminded of his hurtful words and actions…and I tell myself that he had many opportunities to see the wrong-doing in his “ways of showing love.” Although I no longer speak to him because I was tired of getting hurt all the time, there is still a very small part of me that hopes and prays that he will show up one day. Not literally show up outside my door (I would hate that) but that he will be my dad and act as a loving father would and try. Being a dad isn’t about just being related by blood. You have to act as a father would, be involved and care like dads do, and tell as well as show your kids how much you love them…everyday.
The truth of the matter is that it’s never too late. It’s never too late to show that you care…to try to right the wrong…to show that you have changed…to try to win your daughter’s love back and show why you are deserving of re-entering my life… It’s never too late to make new memories…to get to know my new family…to say things that you have never said in 30 years but had always thought and couldn’t find the words to say. It’s never too late…until you’re gone forever.