Over the past few weeks, I have been working hard to put together accounting lunches to help advertise the major here at school. It’s been a lot of work planning with a couple of other students who want to help expand the program on campus. On Wednesday, I had an event where I brought in two corporate professionals, both of whom have been in my life since before I was born. I am grateful that they were able to make it the success that I wanted it to be, and anyone reading this should look out for an email promoting the last meeting this year. Though this experience was a lot of fun and was very rewarding, it wasn’t really what I wanted to talk about this week. One of the two industry professionals who came to campus on Wednesday was my father. I know that I technically already wrote an article about him and my mom, but I felt like it was time he got another.
My dad has always been one of the greatest teachers, fans, and best friends I could ever ask for. When things get hard and I am not sure where to turn, I know there will always be a hug waiting for me at home. He’s supportive of everything I do, is only judgmental of my decisions when he knows they’re going to turn out badly, and cares more about his family than anything else in the world.
When I was younger, I used to do talent shows because I thought I was able to sing (something I now realize I was very wrong about). There was one year when I got on stage and sang “The Best Day” by Taylor Swift for him. He skipped work to come watch me sing, and we went to see a Taylor Swift concert later that year too. But what was particularly memorable about this situation was that when I was on stage, I heard a couple of kids laughing behind the curtain and my obviously narcissistic self thought they were laughing at me. As soon as the song was over, I ran off the stage crying. My dad met me at the wing of the stage to reassure me of how much it meant to him that I sang for him despite the tears. I think that was when I stopped caring about what people thought of me because I knew I was always making my dad proud just by trying.
I don’t think there’s much I could do to disappoint him. My dad always does his best to give me one hundred and fifty percent, and my goal was to come to college and work as hard as possible to make him as proud as possible. I know he’s reading this, so I just wanted to say that I love you and that I am always your biggest fan in the same way that you are mine. You continue to make me proud too, and I am so blessed to have you as my father. Thank you for always being my biggest fan (next to Mom, who is probably complaining that I didn’t write about her). As you always taught me, family is a bond that lasts forever.
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