If it wasn’t for Polka Music – and my Dad – I wouldn’t be the person I am today.
I recently recalled this to a friend as we discussed plans for the upcoming Father’s Day weekend.
For you to understand what I mean, I have to take you back to a pivotal point in my life, when I was 13 and my hair was full of Aqua Net and my life was filled with angst.
In the back of my family’s powder blue station wagon, I remember wondering two things: How is it possible to hit every single God forsaken light red as we made our way down the highway and was it possible to actually die of embarrassment?
It was bad enough of course to be seen in public with any member of my family at the tender age of thirteen because my sister and brother were both younger and my parents, well, were just my parents. But to be seen and heard by every car that had the misfortune of pulling up next to us, well, that felt like enough to end my young, fragile (social) life.
You see as that powder blue station wagon would roll up to any redlight my father would crank the windows down and turn up the radio as loud as it would go and the sounds of Polka Music polluted the air, nearly choked the teenaged life from my lungs.
As the horns blew – from the radio not the other cars – I wondered out loud what I had ever done to deserve such torture!
The accordions screeched and I prayed that the tires would do the same and my Dad would drive clear through to another state – no another country! – in case I ever saw any of those people at the red lights again!
Of course the more I pondered how many thirteen year olds have been killed from parental embarrassment, the louder my dad would play, sing and dance to the music.
I dared not make eye contact with anyone in another car for fear I’d see someone I knew, and if that happened…until one day I did look around.
And one day it went from mortifying to hilarious.
Okay, maybe not in one day, but certainly my father’s persistence with his epic Dad joke, eventually grew on me.
And looking back on the Polka Music, and a hundred Dad moves just like it, I learned not to take myself so seriously.
Of course, if my Dad knew I attribute my ability to now laugh at myself in the way I do, with no regard for what anyone other than me thinks, well maybe he would wish that he could go back in time and turn the polka music down.
I’m still, however, thinking of a way to
pay him back thank my Dad, but this Father’s Day I’m excited that I’m able to partner with Luvs Diapers to give one lucky winner a $200 Amex Gift Card so they can spoil a deserving Dad!