I remember calling my mom from Italy to tell her I was going to take a semester off from college. She cried, fearing I’d probably never go back. The whole time I talked to her on the phone she used the pronoun “we.” We don’t want you to take a break. We don’t think it’s a good idea. However, she told me to call my dad after he got off work. This suggestion terrified me. I’ve always been a mama’s girl, and my dad can be difficult to read. Plus, my mom had already established it was going to be two against one.
Still, I bit the bullet and picked up the phone. I expressed to my dad that I needed time, time out of school to work on me. I can picture myself giving my speech, making those pinkie promises to return to college, and that moment of silence where I anxiously waited for his reply.
He surprised me by speaking about his time in the military, how he traveled the world, living in Hawaii and Guam or the time he visited the White House in Washington D.C. He told me it was important not to rush life, and that it was okay to take the time I needed.
I’ve been blessed with two incredible parents. Both of them supported my short detour and so many more after that.
But, today I want to wish my dad a very happy birthday. I love you so much.