What can I say? The first thing I remember about coming into this world is seeing my anxious dad waiting to have a glimpse at me. The moment he saw me he closed his eyes and thanked God for giving me and then as the doctors were doing their bit in cleaning me up and dressing me he was hovering all around just to ensure I was safe. This is beautiful isn’t it? All parents are like this but my dad is special. I love my dad and he has been my best friend and my first love all the time.
Every bit of the day he tries to be with me. Is partial towards me and is even too relaxed with me in terms of rules. He took good care of me when I was too small and helped mom to make me burp, give a bath, dress me up, and put me to sleep every day and so on. You see mom was recovering from the maternity issues and then dad was pitching in some extra effort to keep both of us happy. The best part and why I remember this so fondly is because of how much care he took of me when I fell sick or caught a cold. He always used to give me steam, apply Vicks to my shirt and help me stay upright by hugging me and sleeping all through the night. Breathing Vicks vapours help me relax and clear my little nose and breathe well. At home we have more than 10 bottles in all the possible places and sizes always available to apply at our beck and call.
Even when he has 12 hour work days and when he was really tired he used to hug me and hold me warm and prance around the hall and living rooms all night to help me rock myself to sleep and keep me from waking up due to cold. I cherish it. Our moments. When I could be in his arms. Safe, sound, warm and healthy. Simple things of love, care and the strength and promise to be there when I was down. Though it may look like he is taking care of me, it is me who is taking care of him everyday! To hold me, guide me and help me recover and win. To help me fight cold, tiredness and fever. Though I am too small to talk and express what I feel and what I want to tell him, there is one language he understand very well and that is my hug. Every day I hug him tightly and tell him that I love him and appreciate whatever he has done for me and keeps doing. Thank you dad for being there for me when I am down. Thank you for everything. I love you.
“This father’s day, I am expressing my love towards my dad by participating in the #HugYourDad activity at BlogAdda in association with Vicks.”