"Who loves you the best in the world?" I would hear my Dad say in a playful
tone. "Mom does." I would say jokingly knowing it was my Dad who did.
That's what I would hear my whole childhood day after day from the man who
cared so much for me and showed love in so many other ways than the
'typical' ways of other adults.
My Dad is a man who works hard, sometimes too hard. He's always there for
me when I need him. For example if I'm at a friend's house on a Sunday
(which is a day that he works on) I would call up his mobile phone and ask
him if he could pick me up from a friends house. "Of course," he would
say.
The typical way of showing one's love is expressing it but saying it, and
by buying things for the person receiving the love. My dad's different.
In my earlier years I would wake my Dad up and say, "Dad, I'm hungry, could
you make me something to eat?"
"Sure, what a question," he would say happily. "How about a piece of steak
and some eggs," would be his next line. "Well, ummm, I'm not sure about
that Dad, it would be too much trouble," I would say without listening to
my tummy rumbling. "Don't worry about it," would be his reply.
At night before going to sleep he would come into my room and say, "How
about a cup of tea before you go to bed, hey Benjin the Engine?" I used to
hate the way he would call me that instead of my real name Benji, but now
thinking back he wasn't just trying to make me irritated; he was just
expressing his love the way he expresses it.
On Saturday or Sunday, my Dad's only rest day's he would come up to me and
say, "How about a game of cricket." Yes, Dad that will be great," I would
reply happily. On the day's that he was too tired to play he would say,
"Yeah sure I'll play." My Mom would come and call me to the side and
explain that my Dad was just too tired to play but could not say no to me.
He always had and has time for me.
As time flew by I started to become a teenager, and with a teenager comes
independence and what seemed to me as a childish game over food became a
stupid idea. He would come into my room and say, "How about a milo before
you go to bed," he would say. "Thanks but no thanks," I would reply
angrily, not thinking about the thought behind his actions.
Thinking back I realized I was a bit tough with him. He didn't want to make
me upset he was just expressing his love the way he expresses it.
When I was sick in hospital recently for depression he would come after a
hard day's work at about seven o'clock after finishing work at six and stay
up to three hours with me, leaving at about 10' o clock to go home for
dinner. "Please Dad, I love it when you stay with me but I know you need
your sleep, " I would say encouragingly. "Don't worry about it," he would
say happily. On the days he didn't work he would come and spend the whole
day with me. "Give dad a smile," he would say encouragingly. "Dad, at the
moment I can't smile." I would say. "Please just one smile and then I won't
ask again," he would say playfully. After that I couldn't help smiling.
I wrote this to thank all the father's out there, but I especially wrote
this to thank my Dad. The one who would make me food late at night when I
was too tired to do so or unable to do so. The one who would sit by my bed
in my time of greatest need. The one who he couldn't say no to his son.
The one who would call me Benjin the Engine.
