The connection between my father and I has gotten severely lost. I feel as if I do not know him anymore. As a teenager, I tend towards my tender mother with her open arms and compassionate voice. Not that my dad does not have a compassionate voice, its just that he barely uses it.
Like Brad Manning, rather than using written language, my dad communicates through movie connections. I love that part of my life but I feel that he has grown somewhat different than what my fuzzy vision remembers. The man who always used to quote Lord of the Rings or Star Wars, has now been replaced with this "legen-wait for -dary" man who is just that: a whisper of legend in my mind.
My dad and I were really close. When I was younger, my younger sister and I would joke about who was the favorite. Of course I knew it was me - I even got shirts that said daddy's little girl. My dad used to take me to air shows, my karate competitions, my violin competitions, and even helped me pick out my first bow (not hair bow-archery set).
Whenever we were at weddings, I used to dance the daddy daughter dances with him. Now I dance alone. I don't know whether this happened as I got older or if it was just destined to happen.
I still feel an inkling of a connection here and there, but overall its just gone. I used to know what to get him for his birthday, now I can barely think of a gift suitable.
I do not know whether I should fear this or if this is just a part of life; we all have to distance ourselves from our parents, but I don't think I'm ready to cut the cord and let go of the man who often held me after I had a nightmare in the middle of night.
I do not know whether I should fear this or if this is just a part of life; we all have to distance ourselves from our parents, but I don't think I'm ready to cut the cord and let go of the man who often held me after I had a nightmare in the middle of night.
That was such a touching post! I can relate too- my father and I don't do big bear hugs anymore and I don't feel that I'm daddy's little girl anymore, either. This was lovely. Great job. :)
ReplyDeleteThis was awesome Meha. By sharing your reaction to the pieces we read, it opened my eyes to the relationship with my own father. It's sad how today we focus on our own life instead of our families, when they were the ones who gave us life. Thanks for writing this post. I'm going to go give my parents a well deserved hug.
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