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My Father's Daughter

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I've always been closer to my Dad. He's not an easy Dad for a daughter to live up to. He has very high expectations, he's stubborn and not easily swayed. But he still makes a lot more sense to me than my mother.

When I was growing up, my Mom worked weekends and took Mondays and Tuesdays off. This way, I would only come home to an empty house three days in the week instead of five. This meant that I spent my weekends with just my Dad. I was never a Daddy's Girl; I was my Father's Daughter. We thought about things the same way, had similar priorities in life, came to the same types of conclusions, etc.

But then, in my teens, we grew apart. He suddenly stopped playing with me, stopped showing me cool stuff and generally stopped spending time with me doing fun stuff the way he used to when I was younger. I remember him muttering something about me growing up and "being a girl now." I had a sneaking suspicion that someone embarrassed him about being closer to me than my Mom was. I think he also just had no idea how to handle being a Dad to a daughter growing up and pushed me away preemptively so that he couldn't "screw it up", so to speak.

I didn't understand at the time, so I just reacted to it. I grew up respectful and dutiful, if a little distant with both my parents. But now that I do understand it, I miss my Dad terribly.

I'm still more protective and affectionate towards Dad, but I try to be fair about spending time with Mom too. I feel bad that my Mom missed out on the weekend time with me, which is a bigger sacrifice than I'd ever realized. But, that's a little easier, in that there are many more Mom Appreciation ideas that I can pick from to do for her, just because North American culture is more heavily biased toward Moms.

Watching my Dad grow older has been emotionally painful. And he's doing really well for his age. He has plenty of Math and Physics students to keep his brain occupied. There will always be a never-ending supply of highschool twits kids who are trying to bust ass in their Grade 12 year to get good marks to get into University. His choir has been a great social outlet for him. But even without any health problems or anything, the thought of him growing older and inevitably leaving me is almost too much for me, even now.

I'm taking him to see Luciano Pavarotti this June. I got the best seats I could find as early as I could manage it. 12th row, floor section. CAD$730 total for the both of us. It hardly seems worth it when you think about it objectively. The guy is not my favorite tenor, nor is he Dad's favorite. Pavarotti's voice has changed. And in a venue like General Motors Place, you can be sure we'll be hearing him through a sound system. I'll be pissed, but not altogether surprised if he ends up lip-synching.

But what's crazy is, it doesn't feel like it's enough. Even if it's purely for the t-shirt rights (y'know, the "we saw Pavarotti sorta live" t-shirt). It still doesn't feel like it's enough.

I'll also be headed to Guangzhou this October for a boy cousin's wedding. This boy cousin is the son of a very wealthy Uncle and Aunt who have reserved an entire newly built hotel to accommodate all the out-of-town guests. The whole Shanghai Clan will be there. They're having over 100 tables (which seat 10 guests each; making it a guest list of over 1000). And, of course, we're invited.

We were looking at airfare and prices. And just now, I was thinking of taking Dad in Business Class. I really want him to be comfortable, but I really wish money weren't such an obstacle. Both for this trip and for wanting to do something equivalent for Mom, to be fair.

I'm sure I'll stop crying by tomorrow.

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razorw
May. 22nd, 2006 05:44 am (UTC)
*hugs*. Its the thought that matters. Asian parents always are really hard to live up to, but its the thought that counts, and they will understand that above all else. --Ray
bride
May. 22nd, 2006 05:05 pm (UTC)
*hugs* Thanks =}
easter
May. 22nd, 2006 09:15 am (UTC)
I am so glad you have these opportunities coming up to spend quality time with your dad. They are absolutely priceless and I'd give anything for my best friend to have one more day with him when he's healthy and she could take him someplace. Woah, those tix were a ton of money but the memory it will create will be so worth it. Take lots of pictures, always. Love xxx.
bride
May. 22nd, 2006 05:06 pm (UTC)
*hugs* Thanks. =)
fimbrethil
May. 22nd, 2006 10:49 am (UTC)
This is the way it is in my life, too. Except that I am Daddy's girl. But still, we think the same, express ourselves the same and understand each other better than anyone else does. As he gets older and his health fails, I find myself terrified at the notion that someday he won't be here to talk to, to giggle with, to garden with. Mom is Mom and I love her in my way but Dad is my world. I too worry about fairness in the time I spend with them and Mom is quick to point out, vindictively, when she feels she is not getting a fair share. I'll often do things with Dad because we get along better and he is also appreciative. Mom, not so much so.

I understand your dilemma, both with the money and the fairness. Um, hugs if you'd like them.

bride
May. 22nd, 2006 05:08 pm (UTC)
*hugs back* Thank you =)
lovesroses
May. 24th, 2006 12:04 am (UTC)
I never was a daddy's girl and my mom and I fought all through the teen years, but when I had kids of my own I knew what she went through and I wish she could be around to see how I turned out. I would give anything to have 1 more thursday or 1 more sunday with my dad. I miss him so much. Enjoy every minute you can with them. Keep all the memories you can possibly hold. And like your other friend said take lots of pictures. WOW! a guest list of 1000! I thought I planned big weddings. :o) Huggs!
bride
May. 24th, 2006 05:14 am (UTC)
Thank you =)
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