My 7-year-old can drive us crazy asking questions.
“How does an airplane stay in the sky?”
“How big can a shark grow?”
“How long would it take to walk to France?”
But I recently realized that I don’t have a leg to stand on when it comes to asking parents too many questions. My text message history with my dad looks something like this:
"Hi Dad. How should I cook scallops?”
“Just wondering, how often do I really need an oil change?”
“Hey Daddy, will you please review my taxes and make sure I did this right?”
I’m 30 years old but whenever I have a problem or a question about life skills, my first instinct is still to ask my dad. I’m aware that I could Google most everything I need to know. YouTube tutorial videos exist for just about anything you can think of.
But I will never trust Google more than I do my dad.
A few weeks ago I was hashing out a problem with a home repair and I whined to my father, “Just tell me what to do!”
He laughed and said, “I’ll never tell you what to do. But I can tell you what I would do.”
That is why I keep going back to him. He doesn’t butt in with advice but gives it freely when I ask for it. My parents crafted the perfect blend of being supportive without being pushy. Because of that, they will always be my first call when a problem pops up.
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy. Thank you for always answering my questions.