By Elyse N. Ryan
My dad, the old man, the head of the table…or as I would like to call him “dorkus extrodinarous,” celebrated his birthday only a couple weeks ago and now will be celebrating father’s day in a tiny little town in northern New Hampshire that has the romantic stench of cow shit.
More stressed about his daughter being in the big city of Boston than I am, today I will call him continuously for a change to say “Old man, thanks for letting me turn your brown hair grey!”
The relationship that stemmed from a first meeting during the most unsettling time in my life (adolescence) has become a true father daughter relationship that has given me a foundation that was missing all the years prior.
From the original “Techno Moment” in the Big Cold House in Hoppy, to the assortment of Ginger Ale he bought for me when I had to go to the emergency room that one Christmas, he has always taken a painfully logical and humorous approach to raising me.
Even when I acted out as most dramatic teenage girls do, all it took was one reality check with my dad reacting like…
….for me to figure it out and make the right choice. The old man has patience that far surpasses anything humanly possible. He along (with my mom), has been the only person on the planet to devote the time and energy into guiding me, an amazing commitment not only because of the pain I can be on a regular basis but even more amazing because he had no obligation to do it, he did it on his own accord.
Here is a the evolution of our father-daughter relationship as explained with pictures:
The first time we were introduced to eachother:
It didn’t take too long for him to realize what he had walked into…
At the time I was going through my adolescent stage, every time he tried to talk to me I usually responded with a…
But he stayed cool and usually had a witty response like…
And then there was the weird clothing phase, I would wear the dumbest outfits and try to get out of the house in them..
Usually my dad didn’t have to say much to get his opinion across…all it took was a look..
But there were times when I would push the limit and he would always find the most creative way of telling me that it just wasn’t gonna happen…
I couldn’t be mad at him for long because he always explained himself logically in a way that you knew you were wrong and he was right.
He’d be like..
And I would be like…
It took years and years of the same interaction along with some fun ones too…
and this one,
and this one,
Happy Father’s Day Dad!! I love you!!
Love, The Mookster