My first time

Here goes another confession: I've never shoveled snow before, EVER. I just didn't think it was something a girl did. At work yesterday my co-worker Vincy said when she got home she was going to help her parents shovel... and it was her birthday!! I looked at her like she was crazy and shook my head. When I got home and parked my car, I saw my younger neighbor Khali cleaning her stairs after she already finished the front of her house. It made me question why I felt I was so special, so spoiled that I couldn't even help shovel snow. So I decided that tomorrow morning would be my first time.

I told my father that I would help him shovel snow in the morning but he wasn't trying to hear it. He said why should I do it when that's what he's here for. I asked, "what happens when I move out, are you going to dig out my car then too". He couldn't help but chuckle and say, "your man will take care of that".

So this morning, after breakfast, I put on tights under my jeans (I use to do that in HS to look thick...lol), pulled on my sweatshirt and Uggs and headed outside to the backyard to shovel snow with my daddy. When he first handed me the shovel, he watched my every move and told me continuously, "Don't pick up too much snow, it's too heavy for you, let me get that area", yada, yada, yada but he became more comfortable when he saw I could handle myself.

I learned quite a few things last night into this morning:

• My dad spoils me because I'm his one and only daughter and he loves me. He'll do anything and everything for and to protect me. I know what a good man is because of him and I know what to look for in a man because of his example.
• In order to be the independent woman I claim to be, I have to be able to do certain things on my own and not depend on others.
• My parents have done and sacrificed so much for me and I shouldn't take it lightly. I need to help them out and do all that I can to show my appreciation.