Courage to teach

I have somehow always managed to remember mother's day-thanks to all the hype and hoopla that preceeds it, but somehow, due to some wierd reason or the other, i always happen to remember father's day till the day before, but forget on that very day! this is what happened yesterday too.. and our stupid newspaper guy did not drop the newspaper too (else i am sure it would have had enough reminders in the paper) so well, here is for my him - As a kid i remember, he would make us read the newspaper, one fine day he would suddenly ask, so whats today's headline, for the start? and we would all look blankly at him, murmur some replies n get spanked from him. what is the big deal we would say.. but i know the value of it today. As a kid i remember, when he would scold me for not being polite to guests, I would hang my head and not look at him, hating him at times for these stupid things.. what is the big deal I would say.. but i know the value of it today. As a kid he would sit by me, till i finish my plate of all the things i hated to eat, i would then throw a fit and shout and cry, why do i have to eat what i dont like? there were times like these when i feared him, when i loved my mom much more than him, when i thought he loved me less, when i thought he was downright heartless, i know his soul must have bled, to know what his children thought of him, but that did not prevent him from being him, coz he wanted to prepare me to become me.. he knew the tough way was the right way indeed.. and feared he not to take it in his tread.. all i would say is thank you dad for for never giving up on the jerk that i was and thanks for having the courage to teach me, in the best possible way that there was... i know the value of all the spanking i got from you today.. hope you had a happy fathers' day. your stupid daughter