I miss my Dad today...
I miss my Dad today...
I am beautiful. Although I may linger a moment in front of my mirror to see how I measure up against today's market, I know I am beautiful inside and out. My father told me so. I strive to look my best on the outside but even when I linger in front of the mirror longer than I should, noting one or two or 17 flaws, I remember. I am beautiful where it matters - on the inside. Like any girl, aware of her inner beauty, I enjoy a twirly skirt that catches air sending a scant cool whip of a breeze for a ride up along my curves underneath. It must be Sunday - a day of respite and slow-paced pleasure.
I am worthy. "Don't doubt it, although the world challenges you so," my father told me. I give with abandon the plethora of gifts bestowed me whether deed or tangible utility. It is easy to pass along the good vibes, adding a smile to the receiver and assuring a longer legacy of joy so deserved of us all. Yes, I am worthy, my father assures me with unshaken faith and love that sustains.
I am special. I was born with gifts bestowed to me by God that are unique and needed on this earth. My father has reminded me at times when I felt weak that it is just this time, this time of seeming vulnerability that I must summon my strength to remember my place, my gifts and with gratitude and duty, seek to understand and use them to help one person and in so doing, help a thousand.
I am strong. I feel so weak, so tired, feeble, incapable of doing any more. It is these times, I remember my Dad telling me I am strong. I have everything I need to take one step into my fear, to try one time and know I will make it. Don't think from my slight build and shy demeanor that I don't have the roar of a lion scorned. I do. Put me in the ring with a formidable foe, whether the bully, the unrelenting critical teacher, the superficial snobby girls saying they mean well, or a boyfriend who relishes pointing out my flaws as a way to help me. Put me in the ring. My Dad will champion me by my side.
I am a good person, always have been. My Dad reminds me it is part of what makes me part of our family. We take care of each other; good intentions with savvy execution make this legacy sing.
If you ever wonder about your value -- your price on the world market - what constitutes your right to hold a spot on our earth and reap all the joy you can, just close your eyes and think back to your Dad. See your Dad's smile and let it fill you, feed you. He knew you, knows you, and never would set you off into harm's way. Hold close his words of wisdom and call upon them to see you through those inevitable moments of doubt.
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