this father’s day…verse 2

i was thinking that…

despite being a teacher and making a lengthy career out of herding kids…i often wondered if i was cut out for the job of being a dad…when i looked around i saw great dads all over…my brother-in-law, todd, was/is one of those guys–born for it, you know…but, that wasn’t me…i mean, i used to seriously detest and dislike babies, infants and toddlers…friends would bring them around and i would think to myself what’s with the baby – again?!can’t you just leave that critter behind?! (please accept my late apologies on these feelings, dear friends;)…or we’d be talking and their infant would sound off with a shriek, a verbal-burst, or a crying fit…and i would secretly get annoyed with the little one and think, come on, can’t you see your mom and i are trying talk here?!peeing, pooping, & crying…what’s all the hype about??? …but, having my own children (our twins) has changed things, and the way i think about babies and other little critters…it’s as if an inner well has been discovered within me and a secret human switch has been tripped deep inside my core…allowing me to release love and care and crazy baby-talk sounds – that make me sound like i’m on ‘some really potent stimulants’– to fully engage with them…

and while i am often run-ragged and worked over–completely–by these two little ones…i’ve also realized how blessed i am to have them in my life! cheers!

[though i originally posted this reflection on another site (nearly 2 years ago), i thought it warranted a ‘re-posting’ here]

this father’s day…verse 1

i was thinking that…

fathers and sons don’t say i love you all that often…

i can count on one hand the number of times i’ve told my dad i love him…i’m 42 years-old, people…that should give you an idea about the scope of this kind of thing…

but, just because we don’t say it all that often…or as often as women and mothers do…it doesn’t mean that we don’t have that kind of love for each other…

when i was growing up, my dad was the provider and protector for our family–in the traditional sense–with my mom at home with us most of the time, taking the lead in the child rearing…my dad was there for us (my sister and i)…but just in a different way…

among men…love is most certainly revealed in the act of doing something together…and so it was with me and my dad…whether we were kicking a soccer ball, going to a movie, watching a sporting event, completing a household project, taking a road trip, or having a catch…or even, just sitting side by sidesaying nothing

it was in those little every day interactions and activities together that i knew my dad loved me…

so, thank you, dad…for being there, for doing stuff with me (and chris)…

and though it’s understood, though it’s known…let me tell you, let me say it ‘out loud’ (nearly)…

i love you, i always have…

 

 

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