Father's Day Post....Just a Week Late

I started working on this post with expectations to post it last Sunday for Father's Day.  Well, it turns out I spent most of the last two weeks working on a final, eight to ten page paper for my graduate class at Wayne State, so I had no choice but to postpone this entry.  Now, my class is over and I have all the time in the world to write for the rest of the summer.

I am very, very thankful to have a great relationship with my father.  He lives a few miles away and I usually see him a few times a week.  I have so much I can thank my dad for, it would probably take up most of my blog space.  So for the purpose of this entry, I decided to focus on how my dad instilled within me a love of reading.  He will probably be quite surprised when he hears this.  My dad was always one to down play his intelligence.  He always claimed to be a "bad" student in grade school and high school.  My dad never went to college, but he did obtain a post-secondary education at an aircraft maintenance school in Pennsylvania.  While he claimed to never be much of a scholar, the truth is, growing up I always saw my dad reading.  Every morning he would always be reading the newspaper (yes, usually the sports, but still reading).  Also,  he would always have a paperback when traveling.  Whenever we were visiting a different city, he made sure to pick up the local paper to keep up on daily events (most of this was during the pre-Internet era, yet he still does this today).  I always saw my dad reading, for me it just seemed like something I had to do as well. 

There are numerous studies about the importance of reading to your children, but it is also important to lead by example.  Growing up, I frequently witnessed my strong, blue collar, hard working father set aside some time to read.  No matter how busy his day was, time could always be set aside for some reading.  As I grew older, I realized his profession required frequent reading as well, I mean he had to repair and maintain large jets for a commercial airline.  Because of this I never thought reading was "nerdy" or "dorky."  To me, it is something everybody does (my mother always had her books, newspapers, as well as an assortment of fine tabloid journalism nearby).

My dad still tries to downplay his intelligence to this day.  But the truth is, he is the smartest man I know.  He has taught me so much, and continues to teach me to this day.  True, I may have a few more college degrees than dad, but that means nothing in regards to intelligence.  I am thankful that throughout my childhood he demonstrated how important it is to read.  Thanks Dad, I owe you.....again.     

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  1. Very well said. I completely agree. You picked up the reading a little bit more than me, but I'm very thankful for having such a wonderful dad!

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