I admit it. I was a daddy’s girl. Not because I defaulted into it, but because I found a lot of things to admire about my dad. He taught me to shake hands and handle myself in professional situations. He taught me to drive, showed me how flames burn in different colors, and got up early on Sunday mornings to launch the boat so my brother and I could ski before the Southern California lake turned to whitecaps. He loved to sleep in on Sunday mornings, so that last one was a real sacrifice for him.
My dad taught me what a flawed good man looks like. He wasn’t perfect. He made mistakes and sometimes did things that still baffle me. But he was a really good man. Someone I could respect. A man who kept his word, lived according to his morals and beliefs, and loved his family without hesitation.
He was my first introduction to the value of a good man, and I will forever be grateful for his example… one he forged from determination and hard work. He never had the advantage of that example in his own family. My dad was raised in poverty by his mother and grandmother. He was truly a self-made man, encouraged by good men he encountered in his life.
There’s a valued place for good men in this world. But it seems easier to laugh at and belittle the role of men in today’s world. It’s standard practice to poke fun at their weaknesses, to highlight their insecurities, to portray them as inept and silly. As I think about the role my dad played in my life, I can’t imagine belittling him. Yes, there were things to laugh at and mistakes to point out. But to what purpose?
If we want to see more good men in this world, perhaps we need to point out the things we appreciate. Let’s talk about the traits we value… let good men know they have our appreciation and respect. Maybe then we’d have a lot more daddy’s girls, and a lot more boys wanting to grow up to be like their dads.