“You are so much like your dad!”

Happy Father’s Day!

In a completely original move, I am going to talk about my dad on Father’s Day. 🙂

But seriously, he is worthy of a whole blog post, if not much more. He truly is an amazing man. So let’s take a stroll down memory lane, and I’ll tell you a little bit about my dad.

copy of kent headshotWhen I was little, I was always so excited whenever I got to do anything with my dad. I remember when we first moved to a certain city in Indonesia, and I was helping my dad put together the beds in my sister’s and my room. I got to hand him the nails, and I felt so proud. I remember when he would go play tennis early in the mornings, and sometimes he let me go with him (I got to chase the tennis balls for him). I was young enough that chasing the tennis balls was huge fun for me, but most of all I felt so proud that my dad took me someplace with him, just the two of us in the early morning. Another time I remember him going on a hike with some of the other missionaries in Indonesia. He took me along, and I was so proud to be climbing in those hills with him.

My favorite memory of my dad and me when I was younger was when we would hike to this waterfall. I was too short to go out real deep in the water, but my dad would pick me up and hold me in his arms, wading out in the deepening pool. He would carry me to the waterfall, and I’d wrap my arms around him tighter and bury my face. He’d take me under the water and it would pound the breath out of me. I was never scared, because my dad was the one holding me.

As I grew older, I remember starting to play soccer at age nine. My dad played soccer all through high school and college, so he would give me tips and play outside with me. In middle school he would help coach my school’s soccer team. When the kids first saw my dad kick, they said “We know where you got your hard kick from!” And I felt very proud.

Another time, someone asked if I was left-handed because I wore my watch on my right hand. “No,” I answered, confused. I wondered why I had started wearing my watch on my right hand though I was right handed. Only much later did I realize that, since my dad was left-handed, I had probably unconsciously imitated him since a young age.

As I grew older still, I remember in my teen years when my mom first started telling me, “You are so much like your dad!” I was surprised because I’d always thought I was like my mom. But by the time I was in my late teens and early twenties, my mom was constantly laughing about how much I was like my dad. And every time I heard it, I felt very proud.

I love my dad. We have had our arguments and difference, probably because we are so much alike. But he is truly a great man. He is passionate, and he is a visionary. He loves my mom and his daughters. I know without a doubt he would give his life for any of his family, and many others. And he does spend his life finding new ways to help people around the world. He loves God and has faithfully served and trusted Him through many situations in life.

I wish I could tell you more and more about how amazing he is and how much I admire him. But this will have to do for now.

Whenever my mom says, to this day, “You are so much like your dad!” … well, I just smile and shrug. I take that as a compliment.


This week’s randomness

My mom makes wonderful pumpkin bread that I got to sample last Sunday/Monday. I ate a lot of it. I got to watch some shows with my parents over the weekend like Criminal Minds, Star Trek: Voyager, Cold Case, and JAG.

I have been playing an online skateboard game over and over trying to beat my boyfriend Dan’s high score. So far, I’ve only gotten over 2000 points a dozen times. My highest score: 2507. His is 2755. I’m determined to get there someday. (No, I’m not competitive. I’m just…ok, yeah, maybe competitive is appropriate.)

On Friday, I took a child care training program during which we talked about poverty. We took surveys to see whether we could fit into the poverty, middle-class, and wealth classes. I fit better into the poverty class (fitting 9/18 statements) than the wealth class (1/14 statements). One of the questions on the poverty survey: “You know how to use a knife as scissors.” The only thing I could check on the wealth survey: “You have favorite restaurants in several countries.”

To me, the chocolate Frosty at Wendy’s is the only real Frosty. Vanilla Frosty? No such thing. That’s soft-serve. I got to have a Frosty Saturday night. Made me happy. 😀 Ooh, and I also had an A&W Root Beer Float today; the first in a long time!

I got to spend the evening on Friday with the Sergeants (fabulous family I’ve babysat for for almost 5 years). I played Wii with the kids. Saturday, Dan came in to visit, and we took the kids out to Mr. Gatti’s. It was fun! I love Ski Ball (aka Ice Ball?). Between the four of us (ten tokens apiece) we got 280+ tickets. The kids split them, got little toys, and left with huge grins. It is fun being a kid. 🙂

Dan and I went to the drive-in last night. Star Trek is one of my new favorite movies. 😀 Yes, I grew up watching the various Star Trek series with my dad. I loved the latest movie! It made me super happy to see old familiar characters and to glory in the legacy of all that is Star Trek. I totally quoted along at the end: “Space, the final frontier…these are the voyages of the starship Enterprise” all the way till a gleeful “to boldly go where no one has gone before!”

I’m going to try a reader’s response ending: Any random fun facts from your week that you’d like to share? Leave a comment, I’d love to hear about it!

The last few days

Hey everyone, I haven’t gotten a chance to write much the last several days. Those days have been quite busy! If you have kept up with me on Twitter, you know that Wednesday-Friday I took over one of the girls’ homes at the children home I work at. So basically I got to be a “mother” for 7 girls for three days and two nights. It was awesome and crazy! Of course I see these girls almost every day so I know all of them well–and for the record, they are all amazing girls. I love each one of them. For these few days I got to live with them in their house, run them to school, pick up from school, cook for them, put them to bed, watch a movie with them, stuff like that. It was really great, although it’s definitely crazy keeping up with 7 girls (any time I went anywhere, all seven had to go with me) plus my regular duties of doing rec for the kids. And golly they get up early! I got up at 5:30 AM on Thursday morning and 5:00 on Friday (all the girls are usually up by 5:45 AM). I don’t know how they survive on that amount of sleep!

Friday I did afternoon rec. My boyfriend Dan came in that afternoon, and we had a good time together. That evening we went to the Little League game with a family I have babysat for since about 4 or more years. Their son is in Little League, so Dan and I joined them to watch the game. Their son scored the first run! We got to visit with them at their home later, playing Wii with their two children. It was a lot of fun! Dan and I ended the evening with ice cream and a movie (and is there really any better ending to a day? Well, perhaps, but it’s a close call).

Saturday we helped my sister move out of her dorm and stored stuff in my apartment’s extra room. It would have taken a lot more time without Dan to help move the big stuff like the refrigerator. Afterwards, Dan and I drove to Weatherford where we met up with his family that evening. I spent the night at his sister’s and went to church with his family that morning at the church Dan’s brother-in-law pastors. Then…I drove to Dallas to surprise my mom for Mother’s Day!! I got to visit with her and my dad as well as my grandparents. It ended up being a wonderful trip, and I loved having the time with my parents. We got to spend time talking as well as relaxing together. At one point I was eating pumpkin bread and watching Star Trek with my dad…a lovely little moment in life.Copy of erika headshot2

Just so you know, I have an amazing mother. She has been with me through so much, including weeks or months at hospitals or treatment centers when she watched me go through all sorts of things. But she was always strong for me, even when it was just us away from my dad and sister. She has listened and talked me through so much. She has been a loving example of a mother and wife. She is so loving and always giving. She will go out of her way for others and give till she has nothing left. She loves the Lord and dedicates her life to Him. If I could be half the woman my mother is, I would be proud. I love you, Mom.

So I drove back home from my parents’ today, and now I’m getting ready to start the rest of the week. I hope your week had just as wonderful a beginning as mine.

New piece of scratch fiction on my writing blog: Headache.