I received this from my wife’s cousin and found it particularly inspiring, especially as I knew this man. – Don
I was always close to my father. We would talk about what was bothering me, and he would explain it to me so patiently. When I look back, there are two memories which stand out on how he dealt with me.
“Do I have to do the dishes?” I can imagine myself whining. What age I was eludes me, but I was old enough to do dishes! Nor do I recall how long I whined or what whiny pitch was reached. What I do recall is how my father dealt with me. I was required to sit on a chair just behind him while he stood at the sink and did the dishes. Never had there been a more cheerful performing of that mundane job. “Dad! Let me! I’ll wash the dishes!” I pleaded. But, no, HE was doing the dishes, and Dad was a perfect example of how to enjoy doing dishes. Did I work cheerfully after that? I doubt that I did, but that one instance stands out in my memories.
Dealing with his strong-willed, often rebellious daughter, my dad must have had his share of challenges. I’ve long been impressed with what he taught me one such time. There was an event in which I wanted to participate, but I knew my parents would not approve. To be honest, I knew myself that I shouldn’t go. Still I asked permission. As usual we talked about it. I don’t remember our discussion, but I remember Dad’s decree. The decision was mine. I could go, or I could choose to stay home. HOWEVER, if I chose to go, all repercussions were mine as well. He would not stick up for me. If I chose to stay home, I would be expected to be with the family rather than in my bedroom, and I would be expected to be cheerful. I stayed home. In his wisdom, he taught me that I am responsible for my own choices and actions. Did he have confidence that I would choose rightly? I think surely he must have prayed that I would!
-Susan Boehs Wadel. 60’s. Mother of 3
