Throughout my life, I never really could tell my parents (especially my dad) any of my problems at school because I would always hear the same response of "work harder, study more" etc. etc. I would always lie a little bit to them, only tell them all my good grades and leave out all my struggles.
On the car ride home today, I was talking to my dad about school and I decided to tell him all my frustrations and I admitted to him that I bombed my math final. Expecting the worst, I braced myself, yet I was pleasantly surprised by his reaction.
My father, always on the aggressive side of issues, surprised me by telling me that everything will be okay, as long I am learning nothing else matters to him. He told me some of his frustrations in college. His attitude and his demeanor to the situation comforted me and motivated me more than any of his scoldings in the past. His words felt so good and moment of happiness came to my head as I reflected on how much I love my father.
For those who say "people don't change,' they are wrong.
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