How About a Little Coke Up Your Nose???

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Today is Father’s Day! Due to my schedule, I was unable to be with my father this Sunday; however, I went and spent five days with him a little over a week ago. So, I got my “Daddy fix” in, and got some good “sugar” during the process…We celebrated “Father’s Day” at that time. I did get to talk with him today, and told him how much I loved him, and that I was so glad that he was my father. I think that is a pretty good lead-in for this week’s story…

When I was a child, I absolutely idolized my Daddy. Whenever he was at home, not working, I was his shadow. He worked so hard in construction every day, out in the hot, hot temperatures. When he would come home, he had sweat so much during the day, and was so exhausted from the heat, that his voice would almost be gone, and his eyes were just sunken back into his head. As a child, I did not realize how hard he worked to take care of, and provide for, us. He was simply my Daddy, and I wanted to be just like him.

When he would come home, the first thing he would do, of course, was to take a nice cool bath. Once he had done that, he would get a tall glass bottle of Coca Cola, lay down on the floor in front of the couch, and prop his legs up on the couch, with one arm behind his head. I would lay down beside him, prop my legs up as best I could (I was really, really small), and put one tiny arm behind my head…just like him. On this particular night, I was probably about 4 years old, and he had shared his coca cola with me in a small glass. Lying there, he tipped that bottle to his mouth, and swigged a good part of his Coke. I wanted to do everything just like him, so I tipped up my little glass of Coke, and of course, as you can imagine, it went up my nose and all over my face! It scared and startled me, and I started crying, because I could not understand why I had made a mess, while Daddy was able to get all of his Coke into his mouth. Not to mention, that I was choking because I had Coca Cola up my nose…Now, I know that Daddy was tired, and the last thing he wanted to deal with was a child’s mishap and tears. However, my father picked me up so sweetly, held me close to his chest, and told me that everything would be OK. He then gave me a swig of Coke from his bottle, and explained to me why I could not do the same with a glass. It was one of many lessons that he taught me throughout my life.

He taught me how to build, roof, paint, repair. Any time I build a “project,” there is a little voice in my head that ALWAYS says…”just like Daddy.” He taught me how to drive a car AND a truck (stick shift on the column), and whenever I would start driving a little too fast, he would say, “gettin’ a little too pure…” and I knew to slow down. He taught me how to love by loving my sweet Mother, and his family. He taught me how to love God, because he lived that life every single day of his life. And now he is teaching me how to deal with loss, as he lives a life without my Mother. He is a quiet man, but when he is not at home, the house is so silent and lonesome. I am so glad that I still have him in my life! He is a sweet, tender man, and no matter how old I get, he will always be my “Daddy.” 

Fathers, please realize the path you chose when you had a child. Understand that children want to be just like their fathers…whatever you do…they will also end up doing. Set the example, have patience, and teach your children well. Love them with all of your heart! I will be extra thankful that I had, and have a Father who cared. Won’t you join me? Just for this week…

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6 thoughts on “How About a Little Coke Up Your Nose???

  1. Jo Beth Crout says:

    Great tribute to our daddy! He certainly deserves it. We had a great time with him this weekend. He wore one of his nice new suits today. He had a great Father’s day. He taught me so many lessons and still is teaching me. I love him so much!

  2. Theresa Thorland says:

    Hi Cat,

    This post really hit home for me. My Dad passed away much too early at age 57, I was only 19! He was a kind and gentle man and I don’t ever remember him saying a bad thing about another human being…that was the number one thing I learned by his example!! Thank you for this beautiful tribute to our dads this week.

    • Cat Selman says:

      Oh Theresa, I can’t imagine your father dying at such an early age, and you only 19! Am so glad that you have those sweet memories of him! Those “parent days” can sure be tough when you no longer have them…AND he would be so very proud of the daughter and woman that you have become. I bet he is smiling, saying, “that’s my girl…”

  3. Warren J. (Coondog) Selman Jr. says:

    Cat,
    When I saw the title of this week’s story, I thought it was about me! LOL. Then, even before I read this, I knew what it was about. You are absolutely right. No one, and I mean no one, has had a “Daddy” like ours. He is so unassuming and quiet, but his example speaks volumes. I may not be the best Daddy to my kids, but what and who I am is because of that little old man at 608 Branton Avenue. He is the best!!!

    • Cat Selman says:

      I told you that “your” story will come in August, the week of your birthday. You will definitely know it by the title…it’s a good one! Love you…your sister, Cootie…

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