Dance With the Father

My Support

"But believe it or not, now, I know that he would do everything for me. He would do anything to make things easier for me."

I never excelled when I was in grade school and high school. I can't even say that I am an average pupil. I was different from my father who received a lot of awards in his prime. He would always compare me to his young self. My parents would also compare me to a distant relative who goes to the same school as I do, and the same year level as me. She was excelling; I was not. She had a cool group of friends; I didn't have any. Comparing me to others made me feel so pressured that I think it led me to hating Mathematics even more. Although they compared me to others, they have tried all the necessary means to make sure I cope with school works. There were times that Papa will teach me Mathematics, but it was not his forte to teach so he would always lose his patience. Though he was not patient, there were other ways that he supported me. Every time there was a school project that requires help such as wood crafts, he would always help me finish it. Most of the time, he would do it for me even if I was already in high school. I can definitely remember one instance when he did my group's investigatory project for Physics. We had difficulty putting the contraption for a conveyor belt. We already wasted most of our materials, then my father intervened and saved the say. He put the contraption together. He didn't even ask for our help. We just needed to prepare all the write-ups and, of course, defend it. Indeed, he was always there even during the times when I needed help in the materials I will use for my teaching demonstration. He would always support me.

He supported me in ways he knew he can. Despite our family status, he religiously attend Parents-Teachers Association (PTA) meetings. Most of the time, he gets elected as a homeroom parent officer. I never thought of it, but I was actually lucky that my father involved himself so much in my life. He was there in school and involved himself in my life in all possible ways. How many fathers would that?

One way or the other, I have always depended on my parents. They were my go-to people when I experience difficulty as a growing up kid, but that changed eventually. But even if it changed, I am still grateful that Papa is a dependable father. He was someone who was always willing to do everything for me. He was right there for me. I was just too concerned that he might not understand what I was going through, that's why I distanced myself from him.

"And my God shall supply all your needs according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus." - Philippians 4:19