When we found out we were having a loganberry, I was worried about how I would relate to him, bond with him, and be a role model for him. I grew up in a family of girls. I knew what I would do with a baby girl. I thought of all the conversations I would have with her and all the projects I would do with her. I had no idea what I would talk to a loganberry or what he might be interested in playing with me. I was at a complete loss. I bet that’s how my dad must have felt, having five daughters.
Thinking back to my childhood with my dad, one of the things that stands out to me was how he fostered my interest and creativity. When I was really young, my dad noticed how much I enjoyed drawing so he surprised me with a book that teaches children how to draw some basic things like animals. For my fifth grade culmination speech, I said I wanted to be a writer when I grow up and I remember how concerned my parents were (as in “is that a realistic livelihood?”) but they never told me I couldn’t do it (which really is unbelievable since most asian parents push, I mean shove, their kids to be doctors).
Without realizing it, my dad was my role model. Whenever anyone asked me what I wanted to do when I grow up, my answer was consistently a “business women.” I didn’t know what business I wanted to be in, but I knew I wanted to own my own business (just like my dad). When I went to college, I was undeclared for my major. I considered a career in architecture and construction– also influenced by my dad. I used to use my dad’s architectural template/stencils to draft my dream house plans and I was completely intrigued whenever he was building something or painting our old garage.
And now, here I am. Of my own free will, with my dad (and my mom) as my role model. I’m sure sometimes my parents think I’m too strong-willed and independent, and I hate to break it to them, I’m the result of that free-spirited child they raised. And honestly, that’s the best part of my childhood.
(Isn’t this picture hilarious??)
So as I’m raising Logan, my way, all I want for him is to feel free to do what he wants in life, to be happy and fulfilled. Just like how I was raised.
Happy Father’s Day.