Click, Clack, and Dad
This week I had a similar, though way less immediate, car concern. I went from getting a simple oil change to possibly paying hundreds in repairs for things I hadn’t seen coming. When I felt helpless, confused, and just plain pissed off about spending my well-earned day off trying to deal with adult issues like car troubles, I called my dad. See my sister knew years ago what I rediscovered that morning with my car in jeopardy: Husbands have no clue (especially when they always lease their cars) and dads have the patience and the wisdom to deal with their crying daughters.
No matter what distance he was from our ailments, he dropped everything to listen, instruct, and do whatever he could. I knew my dad couldn’t see my balding tires, and he couldn’t talk to the mechanic about my check engine light, but calling him was the first thing I did when I had no idea what to do. He listened to my immature tears and woes, he gave the best advice he could, and he reminded me that it was just a car.
Even though my eyes had dried while my wheels were replaced and my engine was inspected, I kept my dad updated on my progress. Like my sister, I didn’t expect him to physically come fix all my car woes, but by being my contact, my support while I made grown-up decisions, he did make everything a bit better.
And that is what dads are for. Thanks Dad!
Now if only I wasn’t off the books....

