This morning I got in an argument with my dad. Yes, on Father’s Day…
Anyone who knows my dad well enough knows that he likes things done in a time-orderly fashion. So, when I was running late for my ride to the beach with the family, he wasn’t too happy.
We exchanged a few words. My explanations didn’t excuse my tardiness, so we went about our ways.
I was disappointed with myself. Making my dad upset on Father’s Day wasn’t exactly the gift I had imagined giving. But, regardless he had also hurt my feelings.
We rode, girls in one car and boys in the other, for an hour before we stopped for food. We all got down and Dad and I were face to face again, both avoiding long talk.
After getting all we needed, we headed back to the cars. Then, just when we were ready to leave, I hear a tap on my window.
It‘s my dad holding a watermelon, my all-time favorite food.
Mom laughed saying, “A peace offering.”
I rolled down the window, declaring the end to our fight.
What happened today definitely wasn’t necessary but I valued how we overcame it, because that’s what we do. My father has always taught me to forgive and learn from it, and that has to be one of the most valuable lessons I’ve received.
Dad,
I’ll never quite understand how you keep the peace in your day to day life. From work to home, you are a great man. You bring faith, energy, and love to everyone you encounter. You teach me that it’s okay to disagree and forget about it, because that’s what it takes to keep the peace. Thank you for being the first man who taught me how to love, how to accomplish, and how to forgive.
I love you ;)
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