Special Angel…

It’s been a while since I’ve truly blogged and there’s a reason….I don’t know what to say. I mean, yes, I do have a book coming out…but that’s still a while away. And I do have something else to share, but that’s in a few weeks and I have to keep my mouth shut until then so I don’t ruin it. 😉

This leaves me with a dilemma: Do I leave the blog quiet and boring? Or do I write something? Anything! Well, I decided to write something – non-book related. I sought the advice of a writing prompt:

What have you inherited from your father?

My dad is many things – husband, father, grandfather, father-in-law, son, brother, cousin, uncle, friend.

He’s strong. He’s quiet. He’s thoughtful. He’s smart. He’s ambitious. He’s faithful. He’s dedicated. He’s hardworking. He’s supportive.

He loves his family.

He is so much more than these few things I mention. He’s my daddy. The man I have compared every other man to, because my dad is ten-feet tall and can kick your dad’s butt. Not that he actually will, but my dad has always been larger than life.

Some people *think* they know my dad, but they don’t. There are only a few of us that know the real man, but none more so than my mom.

So if I sit here and think about the things I inherited from my dad, these are what I come up with, based on things I have told my mom – who is the person I go to with all of my quirky notions, observations and feelings…because she gets me:

I’m ambitious. When I have my mind made up, there’s little that can stop me from getting what I want. When I was a kid, I knew that I wanted to go to Texas A&M. My high school counselor wasn’t one to meet with me to make sure I was on the correct academic path, it was me. I made sure I had everything in line to get to the finish line. When I decided to write a book, I did the research and figured out how to do it because I wanted it so badly.

I love my family more than anything else in this world. If everything were taken away from me, as long as I have my family, I know that I will be okay. I’ve never known so much love in my life as I do loving my kids. My husband is truly my best friend and our girls are first and foremost in our lives.

I’m strong…at least I like to think so. You never know what someone’s past is, and you can only assume unless they open themselves up and expose their deep darks. You don’t know what my journey has been…very few do, but it’s been hell – and I’ve survived. I survive everyday, because it’s all I can do and I do it because I want to. I make the choice everyday to move on, and somedays is harder than others.

I’m quiet. People who know me may scoff at this, but it’s true. I’m talkative about many things, but I keep a lot bottled up – feelings, thoughts, wounds…etc. I think this may be one of our (both dad and my) worst traits. People assume our silence for passivity, but it’s not, it’s fear. Fear of rejection. Fear of hurting someone. Fear of actually having to stand up and say something. Fear of saying the wrong thing. Because of the silence, people try to speak for me, and that drives me insane. But it’s no ones fault but my own.

I know that I’ve inherited both good and bad traits from my dad and my mom – I am their child. Just like my girls will inherit things from me that they will both love and hate. It’s the nature of raising kids, right? My dad is pretty damn great – and I’m proud of the way I turned out – flaws and all. The way I see it, I won the lottery getting the parents I have. ❤

XO
~T

😎 Special Angel by Bobby Helms…it was the song I danced with my dad at my wedding almost 14 years ago. ❤

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