In honor of Father’s Day…
My dad was the most punctual person I know. Anytime we went somewhere as a family we never arrived on time, but rather early. Always early. As a teenager that irritated me, especially when we traveled and had to leave for the airport three or four hours before our flight. We had some family friends who were notoriously late for plans, not 5-10 minutes late more like 30 to 40 minutes late and sometimes over an hour. Even when we were meeting them my dad would insist that we arrive early to our destination. When I questioned why we continued to arrive early to meet these people who were always late he would say things like, “Well, it’s just rude to be late” or “When you are late, you’re essentially saying that your time is more valuable than some one else’s”. I just didn’t get this as a kid. Being an only child meant that I went most places with my parents and had to entertain myself a lot of the time. Arriving earlier than necessary made that time even longer.
I always wondered where his need for punctuality came from. Was his family always late for things when he kid? Did his military background account for it? Maybe he was just Type A. Whatever it was, he was on a personal mission to be punctual.
As strange as I thought it was, as soon as I became responsible for getting myself around, I became EXACTLY the same way. I am never late, EVER. In fact, most of the time I am early too. I have a couple of friends that are perpetually late for things. When I’m meeting them I try to be late just so I’m not waiting around for them. When I try to be late, I’m not able to. A low-grade panic sets in when I’m not “on my way” in a timely matter.
Is this because I always have my dad’s voice in the back of my head? Or maybe I’m Type A as well? A little of both I reckon.
Happy Father’s Day to my dear Dad and to all the other Dads out there!
Some other Father’s Day posts.