25 years as your daughter has taught me a lot.
We may not have spoken much as I was growing up…apart from stuff about cricket and football. We did not agree on cricket — I supported the Aussies while you went for India.
We had our disagreements on just how much effort I put into my studies at school. Through my teenage years, I got angry with you more than once. I thought you did not understand my points of view…whether it was about studies or why I did badly in maths. I hated the times I had to do maths with you…yes, I sucked at it and that frustrated you. I have hated what I term as you being a ‘neat-freak’. I have wondered why we did not get along well as I grew up.
You were the first to support my decision to take up Arts after Year 10 (despite everyone else thinking I should follow in your footsteps).
You were the first to suggest and support the choice of college
You have worked weird hours and in weird places to support our family
You put up with your mother (as we all have) and have tried to be as diplomatic as possible
You supported my decision to come to Australia to study…both emotionally and monetarily
You have been supportive ever since
As the years go on, I realise I am becoming a lot more like you. I hold similar values in terms of honesty, being straightforward, working hard and not kissing arse! I am much neater than I was. And funnily enough, although I didn’t follow you exactly in terms of a profession, I have ended up in the healthcare field.
So why am I writing this today?
Well, given that it’s father’s day here, I thought I’d take this opportunity to share.
So dad, despite our ups and downs over the past 25 years, I am proud to be your daughter (and mum’s) Despite my complaints that you favoured my sister, I know better now. I am an adult and I know how much you have done for us. For our family.
So thank you. For everything.
I love you and here’s wishing you a Happy Father’s Day.