Something Like a Spring Garden
Small moments mean the world to me because I know what it’s like when those moments don’t happen. I ask you to help me build something or to teach me your perspective because those are moments we didn’t get before.
As I’m growing, I have learned to look at you as a man, not just my dad. That shift in perspective helps me see you. Not your mistakes or shortcomings, just you. It allows me to extend patience and speak freely.
You’re my dad, but I choose for you to be my homie.
This is my healing. This is me forgiving. This is us growing.
Every project completed and every honest conversation is a step forward.
I’m in therapy learning skills that allow me to navigate the blocks engrained in me since conception, but it’s out here with you that the heavy lifting happens. I never say it aloud-I get that whole “taking shit for granted” vibe from you, but I’m learning-but I appreciate the times you show up. I’m grateful for you and look forward to seeing you grow because you’re never too old to do your best.
Ay Da! Thanks for doing yard work and asking to take a picture with me on Easter, that’s major.