Not many people can say they have the privilege to come from a family of ten, but I can proudly say I do (and I have probably said that more than once). My loving, and lovely, mom and dad are the proud parents of eight beautiful humans; myself, my six brothers, and our little sister. You have read about my mom, Debra, in the previous post, so I thought it would only be appropriate for me to share with you about Steven, my awesome dad.
"From my dad I learned to be good to people, to always be honest and straightforward. I learned hard work and perseverance."
I cannot say that I have perfected all of these traits, but I can say that I learned the value of them from my dad. And I can strive to be just like him. Dad has been an excellent example of hard work and perseverance.
My dad puts his all into everything he does. I will always remember when dad worked at a beauty supply store as the manager. I would love to go there and visit him, especially when he was setting up for big events! I would always get to take home some pretty sweet products, and I had every nail polish color imaginable in my collection. My dad would always proudly introduce me to all of his employees and regular customers. You could tell that they loved him. He would always find something for me to do to help him out and I felt so awesome doing it! My dad has always been so creative and I can proudly say I have inherited those traits from him. Looking back, I can see now how I am now using his example in my own life as a store manager.
Dad always took such good care of me. He would bring me to "Mommy and Me" when I was little; mom taught, so she couldn't be the "mommy" to my "me," so dad stepped in. As I got older dad would take me to dance classes and art classes. We would drive an hour in traffic every week just to make sure I got my art lessons. Dad knew it was something I was passionate about and he made sure I was able to fulfill those passions. And who knows just how many dance recitals my dad has sat through! Countless. My dad helped me enter into the workforce and unknowingly set the example for my success. He was my confidence when I had very little and he always let me know he was proud.
And that is just me, one child. One out of eight! He did this and more for every single one of us, and 31 years later, he is still doing it.
My dad has always been the provider. He has provided our family with unconditional love, financial support, moral support, protection, guidance, prayer, and so much more. My dad always puts himself last. He makes sure everyone else is taken care of, no matter what that means. Dad has faced many trials, but nothing has stopped him from being driven to provide for and love his family.
Steve, my dad, suffers from epilepsy. Or I should say, he DID, because God is healing him, and its awesome. A few years ago, my dad's medication was no longer preventing him from having seizures, and it caused his life to come to a screeching halt, at least that may have been how it seemed to him. He suddenly was not able to drive, he could no longer work, and he had to begin a long process of healing. He had to let others take care of him. Imagine how difficult that is when you're used to being that person for everyone else. Dad underwent numerous tests and surgery, and had to be dependent on medication. This was a really difficult time for us, and it was not easy to see dad this way. Dad was no longer able to be the provider, or so he felt. But somehow, he still managed to do so. He persevered. He got creative. And he made sure we were all still taken care of, if he couldn't do it, he found someone that could. He did not make my mom work a day, despite how many times she may have pleaded with him to allow her, and he did everything he could to make things easier on her and she in turn took care of him. Fast forward a few years, and here we are, dad is doing better than ever, seizure free, he's started his own business, can drive, and is continuing to provide for and take care of my family.
Being a dad of eight children, the trials never cease. But dad never gives up. He continues to put his strength in God and love unconditionally and go above and beyond our expectations. And he never loses his "dad" sense of humor!
I could not be more grateful for him. My dad has always been and always will be the protector of my heart. As hard as it was being a teenage girl, I am so thankful for all the ways my dad has put forth his best efforts to be my protector. At 31 years old, I still will always be daddy's little girl. My little sister, Emma, is the luckiest little girl in the world and she doesn't even know it yet!
As I am writing this, I am realizing how I could probably go on and on about my awesome dad, but I will end here for now. Thank you dad for being you. I love you.