Sunday, December 3, 2017

Behind Every Woman

Behind every successful man there is a woman! 

Today, I drove my dad back from my uncle's 60th birthday party. It was me and my dad. A twenty-five minutes drive back to our place. As much as I love my dad it is rare that we both agree on anything. It is just phenomenal, how we cannot live without each other but have no patience for each other's views and perspectives. An inseparable bond. We spoke about my studies and work on our way back to home. He wanted to give me an advice of how I should listen to him because according to him, whenever I don't listen to him I get myself in trouble.

This conversation with him later on led me to a flashback, where I went down the memory lane. As a child, I used to ride my dad's shoulder when he and my mom went out for a walk. We use to walk to get ice cream some nights as a family and at other times walked to get sugarcane juice. We also walked to a neighborhood park with slides. 

Childhood memories are the best. My dad always gave me that confidence growing up, even though, he was so strict in his approach. Years went by, and I figured how he trained me to be independent decision maker. He at times probably did not agree with me and what I believed in. However, he gave me that power to share my views. I felt at times how uncomfortable my dad must be because of my decisions. However he managed to control himself to let me be. It must be so hard for him to be so strong headed dealing with an equally strong headed personality that he had no control over as years went by. It is easy to have someone ride you on your shoulder and walk with you to get ice cream. However, dealing with a demanding and opinionated personality it must be hard. I have to give my dad credit for being so supportive even when he was comfortably uncomfortable, It must be hard. 

Dad, thank you! You have changed the phrase now to, behind every progressing woman there is a man who is constantly challenging her and keeping his own opinions to himself. 

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