Spending a relatively quiet “Father’s Day.” It’s interesting in that it’s two-way: On the one hand, naturally I call my dad and wish him the best of the day. On the other hand, I’ve got my daughters calling me wishing me the same. Not to go all “Lion King,” but you get a real feeling of the circle of life. That it’s more than the simple status of being a father, but more of a sense of being part of an ongoing sense of responsibility and commitment.
I remember when I was a kid, falling asleep in the back seat of the car when we’d be coming home from a long trip. I did so with nary a concern, utterly confident that I would wake up safe and sound back home. These days, of course, I’m in the front seat, with my daughters peacefully dozing in the back of the car, equally trusting that I’ll get them safely to their destination. Metaphorically, I suppose, that’s my job for all aspects of their lives.
Hëll of a responsibility. Then again, I knew the job was dangerous when I took it.
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