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What My Dad Was REALLY Saying

What My Dad Was REALLY Saying

by Gina Valley

My dad is the sweetest man alive.

While I visited my parents this winter I needed to drive from their tiny mountain village to the closest big city to pick up The Professor from the airport.

My dad wanted to serve as my chauffeur, but that would have left my mom with no one to help her.

He was quite concerned about me making the longHumor Funny Parenting Moms Dads Kids Children Family Life Love Caring Fathers’ Day Driving Snow Airport Car Boots Water Coat Worry, snowy drive, as he knows I’m a SoCal beach girl and don’t often drive in isolated areas, much less snowy ones.

He told me to wear my tennis shoes for the afternoon drive to the airport.  “You’ll be more comfortable,” he said.

He packed my boots and coat in his car for me. “You never know if the car is going to break down and you’ll need them if it does,” he said.

He sent a water bottle with me.  “It’s cold so it’s easy to forget to stay hydrated and you’ll be gone for 3 or 4 hours,” he said.

He told me to park on the second level of the parking structure at the airport, in the back, on the street side.  “That way you will have the shortest walk,” he said.

He demonstrated to me how to work the heater in his car. “You don’t want to over-heat,” he said.

He showed me where the light control switch was located.  “It’ll be starting to get dark before you get there,” he said.

He reminded me to use the car mirrors as I backed his car out of his garage. “Use your mirrors. Use your mirrors!” he said.

He was looking out the window when I returned to his house.

He worried about me the whole time I was gone.  “The roads get slick here. Black ice can sneak up on you,” he said.

He carried in my coat and my boots from his car. “You’ll want these for your walk in the morning. They’ll be warmer when you put them on if we bring them into the house,” he said.

What he really said, each and every time, was that he loves me.


My dad is “Papa” to 18 grandchildren,

but he will always be my dad!

Happy Fathers’ Day, Pop!

I love you!!!


How does or did your dad tell you he loves you?  I’m looking forward to hearing all about it – please shoot me a comment!

4 Responses
  • Daddy Knows Less
    June 16, 2012

    My dad was good with writing words, but not saying them. (Sound familiar?) Once, a few years after I had graduated college we were all sitting around reminiscing. I don’t remember which holiday or occasion it was. We were talking about what I was like growing up, telling funny stories. It got quiet and he said, “You were a good kid.” And that’s all he said. He was tough on us growing up and you never knew if he was being a dad or just being a harda$$. Those few words meant the world to me.

    • gina
      June 16, 2012

      What a great memory! That’s a treasure. Thank you for sharing it!

      It’s almost funny how our dads seemed to be so hesitant to speak the good things they felt and thought about us. That generation was definitely more action than word oriented. I’m glad that dad’s like you of our generation have the benefit of putting words to their feelings and sharing those with their children, in addition to all of the actions that also speak love.

      I’m sure Peanut will fondly remember your words and actions of love.

  • Julie
    June 16, 2012

    How wise of you to see that this was him loving you. Don’t we get so caught up in our “rights” or pride, that we don’t see the person we are dealing with, really see them?

    • gina
      June 16, 2012

      You are so right, Julie. It is very easy to get caught up in a prideful attitude. Luckily for me, my dad has a very gentle way about him, so he doesn’t come off as bossy, but rather caring and concerned. But, I think I had a different attitude about that when I was a teenager! 🙂