There is the old saying, “the man you’ll marry is going to be just like your father.” We’ve all heard it and I would venture to guess that everyone would adamantly disagree with it. ”Ew. Gross.”, you’ll say. I never want to marry someone like my dad”, you’ll add. It’s as if admitting that you want to end up with a man like your dad is akin to incest, so the rule is that we must vehemently disagree. I’m here to tell you that not only is it not weird, it’s okay. I’m going to be honest for a second; I want to marry a man like my father.
Before you all grab the pitchforks and proceed to roast me alive, here me out. No, I do not want to marry my father. And no, I’m not attracted to my father (you fucking sickos). When I say I want to marry a man like my father, the important word in that sentence is “like”. I’m not talking about looks or anything creepy like that, rather I’m talking about my dad’s character.
I can see my dad for the man he is – a loyal, compassionate, strong, caring man. My dad is 100% my role model. Hands down, he is the best man alive and I only wish you were all as blessed as I was to have my dad raise you. I could go on and on about all the tangible things my dad has taught me, from how to throw a baseball to how to derive a basic algebraic function. My dad is fucking brilliant, but it’s more than just that. It’s the intangible things my dad has taught me.
My dad has taught me that you only have one good name and once you tarnish it, you’ll never get it back. Integrity and honesty are paramount to my father, as I believe they should be for everyone. Beyond that, my dad has shown me what it means to be a loyal friend. When my dad’s best friend, my uncle, unexpectedly passed away, my dad stepped up to the plate and took my uncle’s kids in. Even though my sister and I were already in college or graduated, he took on the responsibility of raising two more kids because of his loyalty and devotion to my uncle. My dad doesn’t just talk the talk, he walks the walk.
When I’m looking for a guy to get serious with, I find myself constantly comparing him to my father.
-Does he make me feel safe?
-Does he make me feel valued?
-Does he encourage me to have my own opinions?
-Does he empower me to be a better version of myself each and every day?
-Will he love me and care for me more than he loves and cares for himself?
I know what kind of man my father is and I credit a large portion of my success to how he raised me. Not to brag, but all in all, I think I’m a pretty decent human being, and that’s because of my parents, but specifically my dad. He raised a strong, independent, intelligent, and compassionate young woman, someone I’m proud to be and who he is proud of. If I ever have kids, I want the same for them. I want them to have a father who at the same time can make them feel like the most cherished person in the world, but also ignite a flame in them to strive to constantly be better.
My dad is my hero. Plain and simple. If anyone tries to disagree that he’s the best man alive, I’ll cut a bitch. As such, I refuse to think it’s weird or somehow inappropriate to admit that I want to marry a man like my father. We should all only be so lucky to have a man that great in our lives..