Mom is Just a Nickname

i know a girl
she puts the color inside of my world
she’s just like a maze
where all of the walls all continually change

I’ve done all i can
to stand on the steps with my heart in my hands
Now i started to think
maybe its got nothing to do with me.

so fathers be good to your daughters,
daughters will love like you do,
girls become lovers who turn into mothers
so mothers be good to your daughters too.

Oh

Oh you see that skin
its the same shes been standing in
since the day you two met
i bet i was on your mind
never ever any time

Oh yeah

so fathers be good to your daughters,
daughters will love like you do, yeah
girls become lovers who turn into mothers
so mothers be good to your daughters too.

boys you can break
find out how much they can take
boys will be strong and
boys soldier on
but boys would be gone
without warmth of a woman’s good good heart

on behalf of every man
looking out for every girl
you are the god and the weight of her world
on behalf of every man
who’s looking out for every girl
you are the god and you are the weight of her world

so fathers be good to your daughters,
daughters will love like you do,
girls become lovers who turn into mothers
so mothers be good to your daughters too
so mothers be good to your daughters too
so mothers be good to your daughters too

No pressure or anything on the parents in this song, eh? Still, it rings true to me. I still idolize my dad. I know he’s not perfect, sure, but I still think he could get me the stars from the sky if I wanted them badly enough. Would he? Probably not. He’d probably tell me to do it myself! But he’s always been really good at urging me on to my goals.

When I was at college, I missed an important exam. I slept through my alarm clock since I’d been up too late the night before. He convinced me to go to my professor and ‘fess up. She was kind enough to let me take it late since I’d had the guts to go to her and admit to what had happened. That day, my dad showed up unexpectedly to take me to dinner and to buy me a really loud and obnoxious alarm clock. There was no way I could sleep through it’s blare.

He would show up unexpectedly here and there throughout my time at college. I think he did it because he and mom were worried about me. I didn’t take good care of myself in college. That’s pretty much an understatement, but we’ll let it stand since I don’t want to go into details.

I’ve always appreciated how my dad took time out of his days to come and see me. You would think that being at college, I wouldn’t like him dropping in unexpectedly like that. But I think I missed home and my family so much that the surprise of seeing him like that made my day.

I’m not sure I have ever told him how much I appreciated him doing that. I’m sure my actions back then didn’t show it. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t read this blog. Still, I’m very thankful for my dad.

Thanks, Dad. I think you’ve given me a great example of love and of living.

Now someone tell me why the hell I always end up writing posts that make me cry when I write on this blog!!