I’m not sure how many people would describe their dad like that, but I definitely would, over and over again. I’d even convince you that your dads are less than mine but nah, everyone’s definition of a ‘great dad’ is fundamentally different and perhaps to you, mine is the worst dad on Earth. Your opinion is not of my concern.
He granted me two gap years. Gap years are generally unheard of in the part of the world where I come from, let alone someone who could have two. Yeah, I’m starting university late; yeah, I’m not working and spending his money; but you know what? He doesn’t care what you think. I thought training myself to not give a f*** on what people think is a pretty cool thing to do, yet now I think having a dad who doesn’t give a f*** is one of the best things in the world.
He literally supports everything that my brother and I set out to do, as much as he could, emotionally and financially. He really helps us to carve out our lives as closely as we envisioned it to be. Honestly, life is great without restrictions imposed by parents because he believes in us that much.
Today, he woke up pretty late because ‘it felt very good to sleep in’. I bought him brunch from the meagre amount of money I managed to earn from my not-exactly-working business, he smiled like a kid when I said that I was getting the bill. He left me queuing alone in the long line at IKEA while wandering around the warehouse like a kid. He almost squealed when he saw the poster of ‘The Incredibles 2’ and exclaimed “I want to watch that!” (he usually avoided cartoons).
I guess it’s tolerable since it’s technically his day.