Hammering with Dad
I wish I could record the tapping that is happening outside. No! It’s not a woodpecker. It’s a carpenter sitting on top of our neighbour’s storage shed. He is putting up shingles and if you have ever heard the sound of a hammer, you’d understand.
He is not using a nail gun. No, it’s just a hammer. You are now wondering why I’m writing about such a boring topic. If you have been following my blog for a while you will understand that something as simple as this tapping can bring on a flood of memories for me! On this Father’s Day, this time is no exception.
Listening to the tapping outside takes me back to many years ago when I was only 4 years old and my dad was a carpenter. Whenever my dad had a day off from work, he would often work outside in our old barn. We didn’t have any cows or horses in this barn. It was converted into a workshop for him.
I used to love being with him. As I have mentioned in previous posts, dad often made me things like homemade swings in the old Maple tree and “saw-horse” ponies. He enjoyed having me around!
This one particular day however, I recall it was just the opposite. I remember having my own little hammer and was banging nails into a piece of old wood while dad worked away on his woodworking project. He tapped and tapped. And, I tapped and tapped. He’d tap once. I’d tap once. He would tap two times, and I would imitate his tap. This was lots of fun for me. He continued nailing and tapping away. I too tapped away. He’d look at me and smile. I’d smile back. Oh, did my dad ever have a lot of patience with me !
But, after about twenty minutes of this, my dad stopped hammering.
“Okay, that’s enough”, he said to me.
I didn’t really understand until he took me by the hand and walked me back to the house.
He opened the door and said to my mom, “Keep her in. I can’t concentrate when she taps along with me.”
Looking back, I am surprised that my dad even let me near him when he was trying to concentrate on his wood projects.
I prefer a quiet work place with no interruptions whenever I work on a project. I don’t get too upset whenever I am interrupted. And, my friends tell me that I am a patient person. Perhaps Dad passed this trait down to me? I like to think so.
On this Father’s Day, I fondly remember my dad and I thank him for teaching me about patience.
I heard a saying recently…God gave everyone patience but unfortunately, only a few people use it!
Happy Father’s Day to all !
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