Another dreamer inspiring this dreamer as each of our journeys continue…
It’s about here. That one day we dads get a few minutes of priority, maybe a sweet, homemade gift, and maybe a little relaxation. Even God rested on Sunday. With all due respect, we human dads should follow His lead, me thinks.
Truth be told, I’ve forsaken my dad’s day for a few years. Alzheimer’s will do that. Our last Father’s Days were ignored for great reason. Too frustrating for him. Ignoring the day was best. Then, Dad died with pneumonia during the third round of last year’s British Open…and we had our last moments together. Seemed very fitting, since golf was our most common interest. At least he knew me that last week, of which I’m forever grateful.
Dad always had a unique way about him. Funny. Opinionated. Misinformed. Shocking. Relaxed. Disengaged. And harsh, as needed. It was a generational thing, I guess. I understand. I am my father’s son…
No joke. I feel myself transitioning to an old man & grandparenthood…even now. Sure, our boys are barely halfway to barely adulthood…but our girls are there. My transition begins now and I’m planning a decade of prep to be the best I can be. Good or bad, I’m the patriarch of this family unit now…and I know it.
Now is the time to prep for even bigger, better, & beautiful family memories in more gorgeous places. Gorgeous that my childhood family rarely afforded.
Clear water swimming. Snorkeling. SCUBA. Sailing. Surfing. Charter sailing for fun and income. All doable for us & future generations.
If you love movies, you know that person is Spencer Tracy in “Guess who’s coming to dinner”…my favorite film of all time. No Hollywood effort ever spoke to our country’s social success & failure like this film. It is perfect.
His speech at the end is perfect. It speaks to love, family, fatherhood, & a wonderful partner & marriage like none other. Great partners in life make much better fathers. I speak from almost two decades of unconditional love.
This father’s day and beyond, I want to be Spencer Tracy incarnate. Hey, I’ll never be a newspaper owner from San Francisco…but…I do agree with his character. Very open-minded…progressive and funny.
Truth be told. We all should want to be liberal. Free thinking. Live and let live mantra. No decent American should want anything else.
Cheers & happy fathers day.
Early morn is pretty darn good for personal reflection. Above is my pre-sunrise view today in sunny Florida.
Having 3 of 4 kids down here this week, with our oldest missing due to her Masters degree beginnings right after graduation, it just makes my mind twirl a bit.
We have four perfectly different kids, ages 22, 20, and almost 10 & 8. Oldest 2 are girls. Youngest 2 are boys. Since each pair are practically different generations, in addition to different genders, we have quite the spread of parenting eras. Raising kids before the government opened the internet up to all, before email, before smart phones, before any social media…before DVDs….it was different. Not better or worse…just different. My folks were raised without television. People had to actually talk to each other. Weird, huh?
Our kids now need thier gadgets to entertain, if not survive, everyday living. They see thier world differently, as every generation does. They see thier parents differently too, I presume. I can see it in thier eyes….
So different. So wonderful. So challenging too.
There’s nothing more challenging & rewarding than raising future contributors to a global experience. For us, it’s 2 down & 2 to go. We can do this.
Grown girls getting educated beyond us and going forward with loves & adventures is fantastic. Two little guys headed to tween times of challenge & opportunities we cannot comprehend is too. My solution is to relocate to the wild & let each roam free, like the primal boys they are. Gadget-free wild too, since gadgets fail in water. We must make this happen soon.
All 4 kids see us & hear us differently now, as parents. What will we be as grandparents someday? Who knows? It will just happen, I guess.
In the meantime, we sail on. Enjoying the fleeting moments with grown kids & tolerating and/or enjoying young ones. Neither is easy, as we get closer and closer to that inevitable AARP membership.
From our family to yours, have a great weekend….
…and thanks for your time today…