I want to take a break from talking about knitting and spinning this week. Don’t worry, I’m not going to delve into yet another ventilation about my crazy gig with social work, but this is really the only forum I have to really, really unload for today’s topic.
I wanna talk about my dad today.
This man is the best damn dad I could have ever asked for. And being adopted, I can say that more literally. My dad had a rough childhood. My dad had a buckwild adolescence and young adulthood that still makes me cringe whenever we swap stories at the Thanksgiving table.
My dad is a human calculator. My dad has know what it is like to be hungry. My dad knows, and taught me the value of hard work.
I paid for most of my bachelor’s degree out of my own pocket for two reasons. The first was that my dad was disapproving of switching my degree from Radiography to Child and Family Development, so, why make him pay for my decisions? Secondly, my dad instilled in me the need to save money, to indulge later, (unfortunately for dad, ‘never’ never happens, haha).
I will never forget the night when I was 10 or 11 and my parents had a huge fight about their credit card debt. It has not been until this year, at the age of 24, that I got even an in-store credit card. It is because of my dad that I have always been mindful of the cost of life. Because of my dad and his guidance, I now live alone. I am paying for beautiful, brand new furniture by myself, and my car completely on my own, and still get to stuff my face with sushi…not often, but enough to keep me from killing people.
I am getting ready to make a huge career change. Not only the line of work itself, but going back to school to pursue yet another bachelor’s degree. I am thankful, and so blessed that I can call my dad at any drop of a moment and have him crunch the numbers to guide me.
But, my dad doesn’t know how to LIVE. He is finally self employed, and he’s wanted that all his life, but he does not know how to enjoy the fruits of his labor.
I went on one vacation as a child. Not just little weekend trips or extended weekends, one, week long, vacation.
My dad taught me how to live MINDFULLY
My mother taught me how to live JOYFULLY
Mama Lucht is a gracious spirit. She volunteers to give haircuts to the children at the shelter where I work.
My mother’s life was a life of quiet, calm, and we’ll provided childhood. She didn’t grow up rich by any means, but with as many siblings as she has, she was certainly comfortable.
And frankly, I still, to this day, have NO CLUE why my parents ever got together in the first place, being complete opposites. Not that I’m complaining 😉
My mom knows all the struggles I have woth my job and the emotional weariness I suffer as a result, but she taught me that once time is gone, it’s gone. Mama likes to enjoy the little things in life with me.
I am faced with a decision before me. Do I continue to forge on and live comfortable, but not really LIVE, or do I take a step back, make some budget arrangements, pray my financial aide comes out better than I hope, and get my life back?