Dad and daughter relationships explained through paintings

I happened to stumble upon some beautiful watercolour illustrations made by 37-year-old Snezhana Soosh.

Dad and daughter bonds are special. When I saw 10 of the Soosh paintings on the Upworthy site, it brought back so many memories of me as young girl.

Image #2 brought me back to when my dad taught me how to play chess. In fact, he even built a chess set using his wood working skills. We’d sit in his office, at his desk, and he explained how the different pieces could move. I loved this time with my dad. In fact, I remember sitting at his desk many times as he taught me how to tell time, and helped me understand fractions.

Although my dad did not teach me how to hula hoop, he taught me how to ride a two-wheel bicycle. I started off with training wheels, but that day that he took them off and was holding the back of the banana seat to help me keep steady, it was exhilarating. I was scared and excited and when he let go and I was riding by myself, it was a complete sense of accomplishment.

Image #6 – I always listened for the basement door opening. It meant dad was home from work. I’d stand at the top of the stairs leading down to the basement and no matter how his day was at work (I never knew), his face was always lit up with a smile when he saw me. Not the tired, fake smile, but a genuine big smile. I’d have my little arms outstretched to hug him. He’d look handsome in his shirt and tie. He’d bend down and scoop me up in his arms and I’d wrap my arms tightly around his neck. Man, I’m getting happy tears as I think about it. He always made me feel so loved and so special. And sometimes, when I was very young, he’d toss me up in the air, and then he’d snake me down and around his back and waist. I’d be laughing so hard. I was young and carefree in those moments.

Image #8 – my mother used to tell me that thunder was God yelling at me, so for my entire childhood, and even today, thunder makes me nervous. As an adult, if hubs isn’t home and it’s the middle of the night and there is a storm with loud claps of thunder, it’s not unusual to find me with a pillow over my head to block out the thunder. As a kid, when the thunder happened, I would start crying out. There was one night where it was either raining, or I had a nightmare, and I woke up crying and screaming. I was still half asleep, but I remember my dad walking into my room and sitting on the edge of my bed comforting me. I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up again, it was morning.

Image #10 is a painting of me and my dad. I am not embarrassed to admit that I spent many nights sleeping in the same bed as my dad until I was 5 years old. I’d start out in my own bed, but I hated the dark and would sometimes get scared, so I’d run across the hall to his room and climb into bed. Even though he’s always been a very loud snorer, I could always fall asleep because that’s where I felt safe from any monsters hiding under beds or in closets.

These aren’t the only 10 images. There are so many more wonderful paintings on the artist’s Instagram feed. Check them out. They’ll make you smile and cry at the same time.

Thanks Dad, for always believing in me, and for making me feel loved every single day!



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