Daddy's Hands
The song 'daddy's hands' by Holly Dun inspired me to write this post. I have included my favourite lyrics in bold in between my posts and my thoughts pertaining to those lines beneath it

Most of the time we're so obssessed with this inadequancies in life that we tend to neglect the blessings that were bestowed upon by the big boss above. one such HUGE blessing is Daddy.It doesn't have to be Father's day for u acknowledge your father.Like my father always says' father's day is just a commercial event created by business men to promote their sales' he he he..trust my dad to say such a thing being a man into marketting. In a way I guess it's true :) Just like most of you out there, my dad's my hero.My role model. And a role model to many others. He was admired by everyone. The man is par excellence in everything he did. He is outrageous at his work.Is a great colleague. A supportive boss. Excellent husband to my mother. Responsible son to his mother. And of course an amazing father. The 3 of us his children.,were completely different: be it looks, interests, career, proirities. But there was one thing we 3 had in common. All three of us were crazy about daddy and one day wanted to become atleast a fraction of who he is.....
Daddy's childhood was not as smooth as ours. He was born in a middle class family. Lost his father at a very young age. Came through alot of dificulties in life. But yet managed to work his way through. He was a brilliant knew the importance of education. On his own without anyone to support, my daddy finished college and worked his way into a job. And slowly climbed the rungs of the ladder of success.. Married the love of his life. And then of course came the 3 of us one by one into his life. I of course was the elder one. Their 1st child ever. So he poured out all his love and affection on me with no limits( the other 2 got tonnes and tonnes of love..but still I was a tiny bit more special to him ;) ). I was daddy's little girl. My mother would tell me that when I was just a little girl she would dress me up when it was time for daddy to come home from work and i would stand by the window waiting for his car to arrive. The sight of his car would make the 1 year old vana jump up and down in joy. I would wait for daddy to come home to feed me and tell me stories. That's how i grew up and I know that's how most of you grew up too..

"I remember Daddy´s hands, folded silently in prayer.And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.Years of work and worry had left their mark behind"
Most of our daddy's are sedentary workers. But it none or less did not mean that they worked less just because it did not involve physical labour. Endless and hours of tirring mental strain is what our fathers undergo day to day. And we're partly the reason why they work so hard. My daddy earned every penny he possesses today.Nothing was inherited. It was all his own sweat and blood.But when asked what his weath was he would whole heartedly say that it was his gorgeous wife and his 3 children. He never considered the worldly things as wealth. I always dreamt of being a doctor. My daddy knew that it was going to be expensive. But that was immaterial to him. All he was bothered about was making his children's dreams come true. He would tell us that what we wanted to do with our life was our wish and he would never implement what he thought we should do on us ever. He would guide us but he let us make the final decision with no pressure at all from his side. I being a girl and from a tamil society, heard so many people tell my daddy to save up that money he was intending to spend on med school as dowry and get me married off in some good family. But no.. daddy was not bothered about what the world had to say. I wanted to be a doctor and he was going to do all he could to get me there. Where in the world will you see such selfless love. All they want in return is to see you happy..

"Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin"
There were times when I would go through a rough phase. And my daddy would be there beside me before I even asked for his support. He would make me realise that these were all part of life. He would always say " past is past. You can't do anything about it. see what you can gather from the experience and use it in future" It's quite incredibe that daddy knew exactly what to say when and make me feel better about any short coming. Him being there beside me would make me feel so much better.. Have you ever thanked your father for being there with you through a difficult time. You tend to take him granted at times don't you.

"Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong"
My father was a a very calm person... he would hardly loose his temper. But the crazy 3 of us, would sometimes push him over the edge and force him to raise his voice at us. And those were the times when my world would crumble around me. He would not say anything to hurt us but the fact that he raised his voice at us was enough to put us in tears. We realise then that we've hurt him.Daddy was very understanding. Yes we did get pulled up when did wrong. Dad would be firm but would explain to us why we were not supposed to be doing the mistake we had done. But these hands that pulled us up, is what made us what we are today. How many of you at a point hated your dad for confronting you. But did you realise what you would have become if he never had. Think about it

"Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle But I´ve come to understand.There was always love in Daddy´s hands."
There are times when each of us have had rough times with our fathers. But then we have to realise that it was nothing but unconditonal love that filled their hearts. If only we took one moment to understand and look at situations from their point of view, would we realise that it was not as easy as it looks to support a family. They made it look easy. One day you too will become a parent and realise the hardship they went through to provide you with the best

"I remember Daddy´s hands, working 'til they bled.Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.If I could do things over, I´d live my life again.And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands."
I really could not undserstand how when children get their own families they could just strand their parents and treat them like 3rd persons. Where did all the gratitude for what they did for you go??? At one point they were the people you turned to for anything and everything. And now that they helped you stand on your own feet, they're immaterial. That's what many children do these days. Neglect parents. And what exuse do they have- I have my own family to support. Pretty lame. If they thought selfishly just like the children these days do, could you imagine our situation in life....
Girls out there. It is pretty common for girls to b daddy's little girl.. I remember reading an article about a father who wrote a little story by the title 'my little girl's yellow umbrella' In that article he writes about how his little girl grew up infront of his eyes..Every little detail about her growing up was embeded in his mind.How he was the most important man in his daughters life. And that she grew up into a beautiful young woman. She fell in love and suddenly he wasn't his little girls hero anymore. He was shattered. It took him time to digest the facts of life and how he had to let her move into the next phase in the circle of life. However understanding fathers maybe. And however practical they maybe...It is their worst fear. They shield their little girl under there wings to keep them warm from the cold world.And a day comes when they become secondary. The son-in-law becomes his mortal enemy he he ;) not exactly but kind of...
Now I'm almost done with my UG... And being intensely prepared to be sent into the world as a healer. Lives will depend on me.. One small mistake or incompetence on my part can cost me a life.. So many responsiblities falling onto me as I grow up... But whatever it maybe...at heart I'm always my daddy's little girl being thankful for the warmth of his hands :)