In honor of Father's Day, I just had to post this little memory of mine. My dad is THE best and works THE hardest and for the most part keeps ALL his promises.
There once was a little girl who was sweet and mostly kind and loved the best she could. She was the oldest child and being left to her own devices she often found herself daydreaming and imagining that she was a real princess. She dreamed big dreams and believed that good things happened to good little girls.
Her parents loved her and wanted her to be happy. The girl did not ask for much and was oblivious to the meager income that was brought into the home. She was satisfied with the few things she had and did not want for more.
Christmas each year brought excitement to her and not just for the presents she received but for the feeling she felt deep inside during that time of year. As she grew she learned more and played hard and tried to be the best she could be.
There once was a little girl who was sweet and mostly kind and loved the best she could. She was the oldest child and being left to her own devices she often found herself daydreaming and imagining that she was a real princess. She dreamed big dreams and believed that good things happened to good little girls.
Her parents loved her and wanted her to be happy. The girl did not ask for much and was oblivious to the meager income that was brought into the home. She was satisfied with the few things she had and did not want for more.
Christmas each year brought excitement to her and not just for the presents she received but for the feeling she felt deep inside during that time of year. As she grew she learned more and played hard and tried to be the best she could be.
It happened one Christmas season while the little girl was watching TV. She saw a commercial for a special show that involved ice skating and dancing and princesses galore. Her eyes got bigger as she watched the twists and twirls and she sang along with songs she knew. She knew what she wanted this year for Christmas.
Icescapades!
She eagerly approached her dad and shared her big dream with him. He agreed that it was a grand idea and promised to look into it. He said it seemed very possible that Santa would grant the wish of the little child.
However, Christmas Day came and went that year and the little girl did not see the show. She worried a little but moved on to the new year and was looking forward to all things happy.
Again the next year, the little girl went to her father and mentioned the show and was again assured that she could go. Christmas came and the little girl grew excited but was again disappointed. She wondered much and her faith wavered a bit but she was a good little girl and kept her mouth shut.
The next year the girl spoke to her mother (thinking that maybe that would make a difference) and asked questions about Santa and learned of the naughty and nice list. She made a point of being extra kind and super good to ensure that she would get to go to the skating show. But like the previous two years there was no Icescapades under the tree. The girl's belief in Santa waned and her faith diminished. Seeing her disappointment, the child's father promised to take her to the show next year. Her dream was possible again and the girl was extra kind and extra good and may have hugged her dad a little more too. But once again the little girl did not go to the show. Her father promised that next year he would have time and for sure they would travel to the show. The little girl smiled a little but the doubt had set in and she was not as excited. And like she thought she did not go.
For the next few years the promises continued but were not fulfilled and the girl got older and believed less.
But then something happened. The not so little girl started to understand the world better. She also realized that her dad worked long, hard hours and tried to provide the best he could and so the little girl decided to be happy with what she did have. And although she never really forgot the show, her dreams changed and she grew some more and loved some more and actually turned into a well rounded young woman who believed in what mattered most:
Her dad had always loved her and still did.
Icescapades!
She eagerly approached her dad and shared her big dream with him. He agreed that it was a grand idea and promised to look into it. He said it seemed very possible that Santa would grant the wish of the little child.
However, Christmas Day came and went that year and the little girl did not see the show. She worried a little but moved on to the new year and was looking forward to all things happy.
Again the next year, the little girl went to her father and mentioned the show and was again assured that she could go. Christmas came and the little girl grew excited but was again disappointed. She wondered much and her faith wavered a bit but she was a good little girl and kept her mouth shut.
The next year the girl spoke to her mother (thinking that maybe that would make a difference) and asked questions about Santa and learned of the naughty and nice list. She made a point of being extra kind and super good to ensure that she would get to go to the skating show. But like the previous two years there was no Icescapades under the tree. The girl's belief in Santa waned and her faith diminished. Seeing her disappointment, the child's father promised to take her to the show next year. Her dream was possible again and the girl was extra kind and extra good and may have hugged her dad a little more too. But once again the little girl did not go to the show. Her father promised that next year he would have time and for sure they would travel to the show. The little girl smiled a little but the doubt had set in and she was not as excited. And like she thought she did not go.
For the next few years the promises continued but were not fulfilled and the girl got older and believed less.
But then something happened. The not so little girl started to understand the world better. She also realized that her dad worked long, hard hours and tried to provide the best he could and so the little girl decided to be happy with what she did have. And although she never really forgot the show, her dreams changed and she grew some more and loved some more and actually turned into a well rounded young woman who believed in what mattered most:
Her dad had always loved her and still did.
Happy Father's Day Dad! You are the greatest dad for me...PS Remember how you promised to take the whole family to Hawaii when I graduated high school? No worries...I'm over it! Bahahahaa!
3 comments:
just like the time i asked for a hot air balloon ride when i was 4...
...still waiting...
Disney on Ice (apparently ice capades disbanded years ago) at the Rose Garden October 27, 28, 29 and 30. I think you should go...call me
What a clever little story. It's funny how the longer you live the more the things your parents did and went through seem to make sense and become more obvious. I hope you get to go some day! You can still be a princess.
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