Thursday, July 07, 2011


I've been trying to do these daily challenges So far, none of them have been huge. Plan ahead for one thing for tomorrow. Clean out your refrigerator (didn't do that one yet!). Write about someone you admire. They're just little things that can help you stay focused and productive, but they are things that tend to get lost when life is busy and tiring.

Today was the challenge to write about someone we admire. Is it strange that it took a minute or two to think of someone? I have so many wonderful people in my life, but I tend to think of them as friends, not someone I've put up on a pedestal to admire. Then, I realized that my definition of 'admire' was off. It's not about elevating someone or feeling less than them -- it's simply appreciating who they are, what they do, the part they've played in your life, and hoping that you can be some of the same to someone else. More of a pay it forward idea.

So I thought about my dad. He's been one of the most sincere and stable parts of my life. His ability to live by what he knows to be right and true is unlike any I've seen in someone else. If he hears that almonds are good for him, he will regularly eat 4 a day. If the doctor tells him to start walking, he just does it. If God says marriage is for better or for worse, then it just is. So yes -- I admire his conviction.

I also admire his sense of humor. He's not stand-up-comedian funny, but he sees humor in every day life and when he starts laughing he absolutely can't stop. The wonderful thing is that he sees humor in life without being sarcastic or hurtful to others. Lots of people laugh at other people, but I don't know that I've ever seen my dad do this. Ever.
And no one could ever say that about me. I love life, I laugh at it a lot, but I have to work very hard at not being sarcastic.

My dad is also a very humble man. He has been loyal, faith-filled, and inspiring to many people over the years, but he would never see himself as a great man. He's a thinker. A teacher. A gardener. A learner. He's always trying to learn something new and help others do the same.

When I read To Kill a Mockingbird and fell in love with Atticus Finch, a large part of it was because I saw so much of my dad in him. When Miss Maudie said, "Atticus Finch is the same in his house as he is on the public streets," she was describing my dad too.
I've often said that my grandmother was my living, breathing Proverbs 31 woman. My dad is my own personal Atticus Finch. And I can definitely admire that.

1 comment:

Sheila said...

Amen and amen.

And he makes a great loaf of bread, too!

(And is always sharing it. Along with tomatoes and cucumbers. And trail bars. And extra plants. And yesterday he was saying, "I wish I had a way to get some of these figs to you..."