As Father's day approach I think of how I can celebrate my husband. The father of my precious child.
However this day also reminds me of other fathers. In the last post I said something about how some of the sermons have just made me go WoW! I will reference one on this one too. One that touched me to the point that I remember it from 3 years ago.
As I walk my path into being a better Christian, I try to obey the rules set down by our Lord. There is one though that I felt I could not follow. Honor they Mother and Father. Honoring my Mother of course. But how am I supposed to honor the man that made me feel worthless every chance he got. Really how could God ask me to honor that man. There is a couple of lessons I learned from that sermon that day an others that followed. Maybe it is not that father I should be showing honor to, but to my Heavenly Father. Ah ding ding ding....I do have a Father. One that loves me the way I am, because you see he made me this way. With all my faults, tom boy ways and just not the norm...HE LOVES ME!
Other lesson I have learned about this whole mess with my paternal father is that I have to be strong. I have to be forgiving. I have to be the one that stands and says I am here when he needs someone. I am his child whether he likes it or not. I know he will never apologize for what he has done. I have forgiven, thanks to help from a lot of therapist and really close friends. I have even told him that I forgave him and the door will always be opened. That is a lot for me. NOW I will never forget and I will never see my family or I in a situation that we are being degraded or harmed, but I will be here when he needs me.
Now on to the other Parental Thoughts....this coming from me...remember my past (again not trying to get an ah poor Jenn, just giving examples to hit the point home):
Never, I mean never take your parents for granted. You never know when they will not be there. There are so many beautiful moments that you when they are here you dont think about them but as you grow you miss those moments. I didnt have a mother to prim and prep me up for prom or my wedding. I didnt have my mother during my pregnancy tell me that it was going to be ok. I didnt have her there holding my hand as I gave birth to my son, encouraging me. I would have given everything in those moments to have my mommy.
Never end on an ugly word. I was able to tell my Mother I love her. Not so with my father, I did as much as I could, but if he believes it or not. However my Grandmothers last words to my father was that he was being a horses ass. I end every call every encounter I have with my family with "I love you". You never know what awaits you when you walk out that door and those may be the last words your loved one hears.
Dont complain about your parents....I know some parents are crazy, nit picky and just all around weird. But this is how they are....get used to it now it doesnt get any better it usually gets worse from what I have witnessed in other families. Everything they do is out of the kindness of their hearts because they love you and want the best for you. They have lived their lives and actually have some wise words.
I know this is easy for me to say I have no clue how a family works. But I know how it doesnt work. Thats for sure one good thing I got from life. I got a good clear understanding on how families should not be. I am going to try my hardest to show my son on daily basis that we have a pretty darn good family here.
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