I can't help but smile when I think of my father. We never agree about a single thing, and his idea of encouragement was to tell me that I was too stupid to accomplish anything. Lucky for me, the motivation that works best on me is to tell me I CAN'T do something...it makes it imperative that I accomplish the goal just to prove people wrong.
I still wonder if my dad knew that, or if it just happened to work out that his style and mine were compatible? We'll probably never know, getting my dad to talk about something like that is almost impossible and I don't have that kind of idol time.
My father keeps me grounded. Anytime I think that equality has been reached, anytime I think that there isn't a reason to fight anymore, than I talk to my father and know that I have to keep fighting.
My father isn't a monster, he would give us kids the world if he could. He is a person who believes that men belong outside the home and women within it. He will never understand why men shouldn't be paid more than women, since they have to take care of their families. He will never understand why some women aren't happy being just wives and mothers.
My father gives me a chance to voice my arguments. He will make sexist statements just to try and make me angry, then laugh when it doesn't work. He listens, and then tells me why he thinks I'm wrong. He makes me a better person.
My father isn't exactly liberated, but he managed to make me a better person, and I think that's pretty great.
Choices are easy to make, even the most difficult of choices is made in the span of a heartbeat. It is coming to terms with the results of these choices which can take a very long time, indeed.