The Love for her Father

A daughters love for her father what other love can compare! Her father is the first superhero she knows. His strength and love for his family is to be admired.


The calm and rationale thoughts of my father kept me grounded. When I would cry, he would ask “what is the solution?”  At first this left me confused and frustrated as I thought “what does he mean by what is the solution. All I know is that right now I am sad”. BUT later on in life it was a reminder that I had a choice to either sit there and cry or choose a better alternative for myself; whether it was a job, a career path or a relationship.


My father allowed me to grow and enjoy the process of developing into a woman. Although he often disliked my choice of clothing he gave me freedom to explore. My first tattoo he shook his head in disapproval and kept his words minimal. My Piercing, he learnt to look away and pray it was a phase I was going through. I look up to the parent he is and hope one day I can match and learn to let go of things I have no control over, keeping it prayer, hoping that all will be well.


He always wanted to know who my friends were and would say “show me who your friends are and I will tell you who you are”. My father was a big believer that “birds of the same feathers flock together” so each friend I brought home my father was quick to assess and warn me against bad influences.


My father knew having four daughters he would have to stand guard. He warned me sternly in my teenage years that if he found out that any boy knew my name I was in deep trouble- and I was not about to test his patience in this area!


My father taught me the beauty and value of a woman who takes care of herself and is independent. He told me that there is merit in looking good but this is discredited if that was all I had to offer. He told me looks could only bring me a man but not help me sustain a relationship. My father encouraged me to finish education, as he believed intelligence and drive could lead me to be reach heights not thought imaginable. Which I found to be true!!!


My father taught me that my beginning was not what mattered but rather where I strive to get and reach in the end. He taught me to keep a constant eye on the position above me and aim to be there. That drive has allowed to reach places I could only dream of being.


My love for my father. He taught me the value of my name and that relationships are about bargaining and never just in the hands of a man. He taught me to lay my desires down and the man who thinks my aim is worth meeting is a man worth considering.


My father taught me that I am a precious jewel and my legs are not just to be spread to anyone. He told me  “why would I buy something I can download for free” which stuck to me like glue. I vowed that I did not want to be a download.


My father told me that the man I choose to spend the rest of my life with did not necessarily have to be rich but as long as he works hard and shows that he loves me then I should support, encourage to build with that man, but most importantly never loose a sense of who I am.


I love my father dearly and still run to him for advise, although I can be stubborn at times, I still appreciate knowing his thoughts on things. Also my earthly fathers love made it easy for me to accept a Heavenly father’s love.


I don’t think men or women truly know the importance of a good male role model in a child’s life whether it is a biological father or someone close, I hold the view that it makes a positive difference.



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Crystal Williams UD


Crystal Williams UD is the founder of Thinking Out Loud which is a conference held each year that encourages self love, promotes self-worth and most importantly empowers to feel comfortable in the skin that they are in. Crystal Williams is an affluent Poet, Motivational Speaker and Author. Her books have sold worldwide in the UK, Canada and USA.

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