{"id":272,"date":"2013-06-16T05:47:16","date_gmt":"2013-06-16T12:47:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nancymthurston.wordpress.com\/?p=272"},"modified":"2013-06-16T05:47:16","modified_gmt":"2013-06-16T12:47:16","slug":"thank-you-dad","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nancymthurston.com\/blog\/2013\/06\/16\/thank-you-dad\/","title":{"rendered":"Thank you Dad"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em><a href=\"http:\/\/nancymthurston.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/16\/thank-you-dad\/9b-ed-1976\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-275\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-275\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/nancymthurston.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/06\/9b-ed-1976.jpg?w=150&#038;resize=150%2C150\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" \/><\/a>I always wanted to please my Dad. But he wasn&#8217;t much of a little kid person, and I was full of life and questions and energy. I also wanted to please.\u00a0 It wouldn&#8217;t have taken much from Dad to shut me down&#8211;a short shout and I would<\/em> <em>quickly learn what behaviors to avoid around him. I did my &#8220;be careful what I say and do around Dad so he won&#8217;t get upset with me&#8221; dance\u00a0 until I was in my mid 20.\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Mom and Dad had come up to see Howard and I just after I&#8217;d sent out a family letter saying that we were considering joining the Peace Corps or returning to graduate school.\u00a0 Mom went to battle trying to convince us that the Peace Corp would be a stupid thing to do.\u00a0 Dad listened most of the evening, then said the words that sparked our new relationship. Nine years later, after Mom died, Dad&#8217;s and my relationship deepened even more.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Thank you Dad.\u00a0 In your eighty years of living and in your three weeks of dying, you gave me profound gifts.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>Ed Mathys, age 57, 1979*<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>On that night in Boise as you shared your dreams and ideas, I glimpsed a pattern. Men in our family have loved strong women, and then tried to tame them again and again.<\/p>\n<p>In Boise, I realized I\u2019m done trying to be in charge.<\/p>\n<p>Sue can march into wars if she\u2019d like. Not me.<\/p>\n<p>Why did I think life was a contest? That I\u2019d shine brighter if you faded and became quiet like me? If I step back in time I see you were a normal three-year-old, growing up. Not a threat, just full of life.<\/p>\n<p>If I could do it again &#8230; Actually, I did. Twenty-two years after I squelched you, I supported your desire to do something wild.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s never too late. When you heard my heart, the healing began.<\/p>\n<p>Excerpted from <a title=\"Big Topics at Midnight\" href=\"http:\/\/www.nancymthurston.com\/\">Big Topics at Midnight<\/a>, page 73, 74.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I always wanted to please my Dad. But he wasn&#8217;t much of a little kid person, and I was full of life and questions and energy. I also wanted to please.\u00a0 It wouldn&#8217;t have taken much from Dad to shut me down&#8211;a short shout and I would quickly learn what behaviors to avoid around him. &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/nancymthurston.com\/blog\/2013\/06\/16\/thank-you-dad\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Thank you Dad&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,7,9],"tags":[110,111,202],"class_list":["post-272","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ancestors","category-gender","category-memoir","tag-fathers-dad","tag-fathers-and-daughters","tag-peace-corps"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nancymthurston.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/272","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nancymthurston.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nancymthurston.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nancymthurston.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nancymthurston.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=272"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/nancymthurston.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/272\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nancymthurston.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=272"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nancymthurston.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=272"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nancymthurston.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=272"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}