When I was eleven, I had a whiny, southern twang that was much more annoying than the whiny, southern twang that I am blessed with today.
When I was eleven, I was short and round sans a waistline. I had unruly hair and thick bangs that were in the shape of a large barreled curling iron.
When I was eleven, I was going through a terribly awkward and ugly phase, and I watched the popular pretty girls whisper and snicker as I walked past them in the middle school hall.
When I was eleven, I was sure that I’d be loud and annoying and ugly and awkward for the rest of my life.
When I was eleven, my awkward bangs and chubby face were the last thing that my father saw. My whiny, southern twangy voice was the last that thing that my father heard.
Years after my father passed away, I began to wish he was here to see the person that I was becoming.
I wish he was here to see the awkwardness fade and the weight fall off and my height increase by 12-14 inches when I was thirteen.
I wish he was here to see that those stupid bangs grew and I traded the curling iron for a straightening iron.
I wish he was here know that I eventually killed the pretty, mean bullies with kindness and then may or may not have stolen their boyfriends.
I wish he was here to know that I finally got the hang of the piano and I stuck with that writing hobby that I loved so much as a child.
I wish he was here so that he could hear that my voice lost some of its pitchiness and some of its whiny twang.
I wish he was here to see that I fell in love with a good kid that reminds me quite a bit of him- tall and skinny with a love of shooting pool, singing Bob Seger and trying to water ski while barefoot.
I wish he were here to see these beautiful children that I bore and named after him.
If my dad were alive, we’d do awesome things. He was hilarious and creative and talented, and I’m pretty sure that we’d do something epic and probably be the most famous father and daughter duo since Billy Ray and Miley Cyrus.
And for the record, my father never had a mullet, and although he had a heart attack, it wasn’t due to anything being achy or breaky. Also, I’m way cooler than Hanna Montana.
I wish this face now- without the extra weight and the stupid bangs and this voice now- without the whiny discontentment, were the last things he saw and heard. Not that embarassing kid twenty years ago. I wish me now- was the way he saw me before he took his last breath.
I’ve thought this way for years- if only he could see me now. He’d be proud.
I’m sure he must’ve worried back then that I’d always be a loser, the subject of ridicule, with my round body and round hair.
And tonight I had a thought for the very first time in twenty years.
It was a thought that I couldn’t have possibly had until I had my own children.
My daughter is six, and when she looks back at her 1st grade school photo, she will probably grimmace at the missing teeth, the baby curls that frame her face, her chubby cheeks.
And when I look back at her 1st grade photo, I will think her smile is precious, her curls are beautiful, and her gorgeous face will take my breath away.
On my father’s last day on this earth, as that fat little girl hovered over him, with her fluffy, unruly hair and her annoying voice, he didn’t see a disappointment. He saw his daughter.
His perfect daughter.
And he was proud.
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Beautiful! I have been lucky enough to see my dumpy annoying voiced 11 yo daughter grow into a beautiful woman with three beautiful children, but you are right, when she was 11 I thought she was perfect.
That’s wonderful. Thank you.
I think you dad was just as proud of you then as he would be now.
I hope so 🙂
I love it when you write about your dad. You have an odd gift of making me feel warm and fuzzy and snort laugh at the same time.
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Haha! That makes me glad. Thanks.
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So beautiful. And exactly right.
Thanks!!!!
Why you gotta make me cry at work? That was beautiful! Your dad sounds like he was an awesome man who raised an awesome daughter, even if he’s missing out on the rewards.
He was awesome. Sorry for the cry! TY!
I love the stories you write about your dad. It sounds like he was such a special man. He was most certainly proud of you back then, and he would be proud of you now.
Thanks so much :)!!
Have you read “eleven” by sandra cisneros? Google it if you haven’t.
xo
I haven’t! Will check it!
Ah, sad but so, so true 🙂 Lovely story
Thanks!
Beautiful story Susannah. I’m sure he was proud then and proud now.
Thanks my friend.
This is a great tribute to your dad — and to yourself. 🙂
Thanks for reading!!!!
This is beautiful, Susannah! Of course he was proud then and would most certainly be proud now too. I loved this!
Thank you BFF!
Really sweet. I loved how your thoughts about your own daughter tied in with your dad’s thoughts about you.
I like that too. Thank you!
well, this just teared me up. lovely.
Thanks!
Beautiful piece. I loved how you tied three generations of your family into the story. You’re right, once you become a parent you see things a lot differently. My dad passed away almost thirteen years ago, and I wonder every day what he would think of me now, what I’m doing, how I’m raising my children, all of it. I find writing about him, as you likely do too, is very cathartic and rewarding. . .
You’re absolutely right. Its so cathartic for me. Thank you!!!
Wow, we are in the same boat this week, missing our Dads, aren’t we? This is a wonderfully written piece.
Yes, we are. Yours was wonderful as well. Thank you.
Oh, just gorgeous! I’m sure that your dad was, is and ever will be proud of you.
Thanks, Mama!
Hugs to you, Susannah. This is lovely.
Thank you 🙂
This is so sweet. As a parent, we never see the duckling phase our kids go through. We see their precious cuteness. I know you must miss him and I enjoyed reading about your dad today. (loved that you killed the mean girls with kindness then may or may not have stolen their “goods”)
Parents certainly don’t see it. I never realized that until now. Thanks for the comment!
I had those bangs too! I like to think we all did. I love how you tied yourself to both your kids and your Daddy. Excuse, I think I need to go have a good cry for all the feelings this brought up.
Oh, those horrid bangs. Thanks, girl! (A good cry is great now and again).
I’m so glad you realized that he was proud of you then, too. Also, if that picture at the bottom is you, I’m going to insert the editorial that you were adorable.
Thanks, Queen. I don’t see adorable when I see that photo of me, but thank you!!!!!!!
I’m crying over this one! You’re awesome! And absolutely adorable at both ages. Your dad is over the moon proud. I’m glad you are too! Beautiful post.
Thank you! You are pretty awesome yourself!
Wow…..that was really good! really good!
Wow…..that was really good! really good!
Thanks!!!
I think you probably already know how much I loved this, since we are kindred souls in the loss of father department. But I also wanted to tell you that I was sobbing — SOBBING — by the end.
Absolutely, positively beautiful.
Thanks so much, Kathleen. 🙂
I adore this. And you. Wow.
And I you. Thanks! !
Aww, absolutely he was proud! I love how your eleven-year-old voice comes through in this piece.
It came out pretty loud! Thanks!!
This was so wonderfully written and touching. Of course he was proud of you then, and I’m sure he’s watching over you proud as ever now.
I certainly hope so. Thank you!!
beautiful and touching. So much to be proud of.
So very touching. You are his perfect daughter…
WG
That is a wonderful realization. 😀 I know you must miss him terribly, but maybe this makes you miss him just a little bit less.
Love love LOVE this!