And recently he’s been doing well and I’m proud of him. He is not, nor has he ever been, demonstrative or affectionate. And like most Alphas, oh we want our Daddies to love us and tell us how proud they
are.
We often learn love is “earned” by our father relationship. That’s a story for another day…
I love my Dad and I know he loves me though
he says so very, very rarely. Our phone calls are about 2 mins and that’s okay…At least, they were 2 minutes until-----the weeds hit.
I started telling my dad I was struggling with the weeds in my yard. How fast they grow, how I have to mow more often. How I didn’t know which product to put out to help
kill weeds while protecting grass.
Translation: His girl was in TROUBLE.
Do you see it Alphas? For the first time in, OVER 30
YEARS, I had a problem that I was sharing with my Dad that I hadn’t already ALPHA-ED! I still needed help.
My father, long retired, not able to walk long distances and no longer driving SPRANG into action.
He began calling me. Checking my weather. Checking my grass. Did I find a product yet? Once I did find one, he had advice on spreaders. I did hand spreading but….the weed killer needed to be watered in! I put it down expecting to use the next rain for that and POOF. No more rain for a week! (You can't make this stuff up.)
We debated if it would still work. It should’ve been watered in right away but….I didn’t have a garden hose.
