My father has a wonderful quality: faith.
Recently I received an unexpected bill and was feeling frustrated. Just when I thought I was getting ahead! I aired my frustrations to him, and he quietly smiled.
Just seeing that relaxed me.
He reminded me that there will always be unexpected expenses in adulthood. It’s not something to despair over– just a part of life to accept and tackle. He’s confident that I will manage and overcome these situations as they arise, so I’m beginning to believe it.
It used to be that I wanted a partner who would embody those qualities in him.
But now, I am delightfully surprised to see them appearing in myself.
I rarely panic these days– even when I have just reason to be overly emotional. When I do, I get over it much quicker.
His gentle strength emanates. I’ve become a calmer woman.
Someone my friends rely on.
And today I’m relying on myself, more and more.
Yet I always know his advice is a phone call or a hug away– if I do need him.
He’s taught me that though I may fall, he’s not far away. He will always encourage me to get up and keep going. He will always smile at me.
When my belief falters, his bolsters.