Happy Fathers' Day!
I just found out that 12 November 2016, is the Fathers Day in Indonesia. The day has been assigned as the Fathers' Day since 2006. However, I believe very few people are aware that today is Fathers' Day in Indonesia.
For years, men are actually the victims of discrimination by telling them that showing affections are sissy and not manly. Men must look tough, unbreakable, and dependable... even emotionless. No wonder there are many absent void emotionless fathers in many families. For some kids who have the good role model of fathers, you must be very thankful to God for those dads. They might be a bit annoying especially with whom you hang out, but all is for your own sake. Dads just want to protect you. Trust me.. those dads are rare!!
My own story with my own dad when I was a kid was not really a golden stairs story. I struggled to love my dad, to forgive him and to see him as the victim of the old doctrine of macho man. Nevertheless, I was able to see the man behind the mirror and found out that my dad was only a tired soul who was not able to express his emotions. Whole his life, he couldn't show his emotions. He held grudge over a big dispute with his big brother. He hardened his heart over emotions. He distanced himself from me and my sis because he didn't want to get hurt and he became an absent father. He tried to provide food on the table, roof above our head, and sent his kids to the best school he could afford. He suffered failures on his business for three times. He was alone, trampled by the ruthless world, disowned by my mom's rich family and.... he was still silent. Not a word of complains ever came out from his mouth.
When he got sick, he didn't say much.He got really sick for whole 6 years, getting in and out of hospitals. And no words of complains I heard. He was really a tough man. But my turning point was when I saw my dad crying. That was the only time I saw him crying. I hugged him and soothed him. Doing my best I could that time to ease his burden. That time he felt that he was a burden for his family and my mom complained a lot about how they should pay the hospital bill. He felt alone, rejected, trampled and downhearted. He faced the music of immortality and no one helped him. That broke his mask of indifferent and made him cry. That was also the first time he said yes when I asked to pray for him.
I loved my dad. I really do. He might be a memory now as his flesh and bone grew cold and turned back to dust. Yea, my dad was not a perfect dad. However, he taught me to value the world behind gold, fame and glory. He taught me about persistence, endurance and patience. He taught me to be a woman who owns her own thoughts, personality, and free mind. He might not leave me an inheritance of a king's ransom, but small gems of struggles, despairs and loss have been carved into my soul as my stepping stone. Happy Fathers' Day, Dad. I missed you terribly.
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For years, men are actually the victims of discrimination by telling them that showing affections are sissy and not manly. Men must look tough, unbreakable, and dependable... even emotionless. No wonder there are many absent void emotionless fathers in many families. For some kids who have the good role model of fathers, you must be very thankful to God for those dads. They might be a bit annoying especially with whom you hang out, but all is for your own sake. Dads just want to protect you. Trust me.. those dads are rare!!
My own story with my own dad when I was a kid was not really a golden stairs story. I struggled to love my dad, to forgive him and to see him as the victim of the old doctrine of macho man. Nevertheless, I was able to see the man behind the mirror and found out that my dad was only a tired soul who was not able to express his emotions. Whole his life, he couldn't show his emotions. He held grudge over a big dispute with his big brother. He hardened his heart over emotions. He distanced himself from me and my sis because he didn't want to get hurt and he became an absent father. He tried to provide food on the table, roof above our head, and sent his kids to the best school he could afford. He suffered failures on his business for three times. He was alone, trampled by the ruthless world, disowned by my mom's rich family and.... he was still silent. Not a word of complains ever came out from his mouth.
When he got sick, he didn't say much.He got really sick for whole 6 years, getting in and out of hospitals. And no words of complains I heard. He was really a tough man. But my turning point was when I saw my dad crying. That was the only time I saw him crying. I hugged him and soothed him. Doing my best I could that time to ease his burden. That time he felt that he was a burden for his family and my mom complained a lot about how they should pay the hospital bill. He felt alone, rejected, trampled and downhearted. He faced the music of immortality and no one helped him. That broke his mask of indifferent and made him cry. That was also the first time he said yes when I asked to pray for him.
I loved my dad. I really do. He might be a memory now as his flesh and bone grew cold and turned back to dust. Yea, my dad was not a perfect dad. However, he taught me to value the world behind gold, fame and glory. He taught me about persistence, endurance and patience. He taught me to be a woman who owns her own thoughts, personality, and free mind. He might not leave me an inheritance of a king's ransom, but small gems of struggles, despairs and loss have been carved into my soul as my stepping stone. Happy Fathers' Day, Dad. I missed you terribly.
#12November #life #Dad #FathersDay
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