Today is Father's Day and I am going to write two posts, one for my father and one for the man in my life that is a father in my household.
My earliest memory of my father goes back to when I was 10 years old.
I was staying at his house for a few days while my mother was visiting with my Aunty in Pleasanton. It was one of the first times I was staying with my dad overnight without my mother there. Since the divorce I hadn't really seen much of my dad, but I knew who he was. Since we lived so far away it was hard to really spend lot's of time with him, but I did enjoy the time I did spend with him.
This particular time, I got sick while I was with him. Not real sick or anything just a head cold or sinus infection. I remember being really stuffed up and uncomfortable. I think I even had a fever but Dad was on top of the situation. He got me some medicine and made me some chicken noodle soup. He gave me a cool cloth and turned on cartoons for me to watch in bed. He had to go to work so I had to go to the neighbours house, but it was ok, she was a nice lady who let me have control of the television and fed me snacks and cookies when I wanted them.
When my dad came home from work that day I was feeling better but I was glad to be going back to Dad's house. I wanted to curl up in bed and watch a new movie he had rented for us. Dad also brought me a present. He had stopped off at the mall and brought me a friend to help make me feel better. My friend was Dr. Be Well, a teddy bear from a toy store. He was a brown teddy bear in green doctor's scrubs. He had a hat and face mask. I loved Dr. Be Well. It was the first gift I remember getting from my dad. I treasured Dr. Be Well, and though I have misplaced his entire outfit, I still have Dr. Be Well in my possession. He was my first collected teddy bear and I am happy to share him with my children. I can only hope he brings them as much comfort as he brought me while I was sick all those years ago.