(If you missed it, you can read Part 1 here.)
As I got older and
entered into Middle School (6th-8th grade here), I saw
even less of my Dad. He moved to a daytime shift, but I had dance 3-4 nights a
week. I was also involved in Camp Fire
I was heavily involved in
dance lessons through high school. I also played in the school orchestra, a extra chamber orchestra that met after school 1x a week, show choir that met 2x a
week after school and I gave cello lessons to some of the middle school
students one afternoon a week. Since I was at school nearly every afternoon
until 4 or 4:30 , I went
straight to my dance studio and sat in the dressing room doing my homework
until my class started at 5:30pm . I would do this Monday, Tuesday and Thursday nights. Wednesday I
went straight to church and Fridays I came home for a bit before football games
(in the fall at least). Needless to say, my own life was busy. And, at that
time…I loved it! I really did. I loved music and still do! My Dad also loved
music and that is the one thing we had in common. But, with his work schedule
and my extra-curriculars taking up so much time, I rarely saw my Dad. I even
had dance classes on Saturday and was gone by 9am not to return before 1pm. By that time, he was
usually fully engrossed in yard work or in bill paying mode (i.e. DO NOT
DISTURB!).
It wasn’t until I left
for college (5 years after I graduated high school, another story for another day) that we became close. I
think it was the distance between us that made him reflect on his life and his life as a Dad. He
realized I had grown up and he missed most of it!
Stay tuned for Part 3 coming on Monday!!!
Blessings,
Annette
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