It was a Sunday. I was visiting with my dad. He was sitting in “his” chair and watching the game. As I rose off the sofa to get a cup of coffee, he asked me to stop for a second. This was unusual for two reasons:
1. He talked to me right in the middle of a football play (never happens) and
2. He said it softly with no demand in his voice, which was a bit unsettling. He had something to tell me.
He began, “I don’t want to interfere in your life and I feel happy that I am able to observe as much of it as you currently allow me. I feel that you know a lot about who you are and that you have a pretty good grasp on things. [Yes, he truly does speak like this.] However, I want to make sure you’re on track with… dealing with men.” [This is where I held my breath… A thousand things raced through my mind… I prayed that my dad was NOT going to talk to me about sex… I paused and looked up at him.]
He continued, “Remember what you are worth.”