Sunday, June 19, 2005
( 9:35 AM ) teahouse
Who's Your Daddy?
I just ran the WABC Father's Day Fight Against Prostate Cancer. 5 miles in Central Park! I was pretty happy. My time was ok, my legs feel good.
I also called my dad to wish him a happy Father's Day.
I was blessed with a fabulous dad.
He is from an extremely patriarchal society, and felt lots of pressure (as the oldest son in his family) to have a son, but was blessed with two daughters instead.
But it never bothered him. And he never felt, like some of his siblings and friends did, that he and my mom should keep having kids until they had a son (which I find to be a barbaric custom).
Because my mom has struggled with mental illness for many years, she was often not able to take care of me when I was a kid. So my dad had to fill the gap.
He helped my sister and me with our homework. He came to our tennis and softball and soccer matches in high school. He went to the Parent/Teacher conferences. He helped me with my science fair project. He drove me to music lessons. He bought me a prom dress (even though he complained about the cost).
He pushed me to study math and science, saying things like, "Calculus is easy!" and "Don't let those boys in math class fool you; they don't know it either and aren't any smarter than you" and "It never hurt a girl to have an engineering degree, now, did it?"
He encouraged me to go to law school, and to move to New York, even though it meant going far from home, and even though I had a good job offer much closer to where my parents lived.
So I called my dad today to tell him 2 things:
(1) "Happy Father's Day, dad!!"
(2) "Have you had your prostate checked recently?"
It was my way of saying I care, and thanks for being a great dad. #