How many roads must we walk to finally understand that “It's okay”?

Today is Father's Day.

When I was little, I fell and cried, wanting him to pick me up. He stood there and said, “It's okay. Get up yourself.”

I failed an exam. He looked at the report card and simply said, “It's okay. Try harder next time.”

When he was sick in the hospital, I asked if it hurt. He smiled. “It's okay. Just a minor thing.”

Later I understood: that “It's okay” was his heaviest armor. Beneath it lay a heart that never said “I love you,” but feared my pain more than anything.

My dad was always a man of few words. When I did well, he nodded. When I left home, he put my luggage in the car and said, “Call when you get there.”

Over the years, I've learned many things. But I've never learned to swallow all my troubles into a single “It's okay” the way he does.

Today, if someone who always says “It's okay” comes to your mind, just give them a call. Talk about anything — just hearing their voice is enough.

Ninian and IX Distribution wish every father's love to be gently received.

Ride the silent wind, and blossom into a love as steady as a mountain.

Ninian's Mindful Moments – Father's Day