Fathers and Dads

We’ve had an interesting week or so. It’s been quite hectic and stressful getting the house ready for Tabitha’s graduation party in a couple of weeks. She has a lot of plans and they are not new. Even though we have known about them for a couple of months, we(?) just don’t seem to be able to move on these things (and others).

Are we just fizzling out in our old age? Are we just too overwhelmed and can’t prioritize? We have a caring and very mature daughter who wants to help us. When I think of other families with children who don’t want anything to do with their family, I fell proud that our daughter doesn’t share these feelings. However, we need to be able to bite our lips (so to speak) and let her do what needs to be done. If we can’t do it, then accept the help of others. However, we seem to be hesitant in relinquishing some control to her. It seems to be difficult to accept the way we are. That seems to be a common problem with people, not just adults or kids, but everyone. We need to recognize our limitations and accept others help when they want to give it to us and do so graciously. We also need to temper our expectations with those of others. Each one of us can’t always be right.

We do need to believe in each other and that each one of us will do the right thing. We do need to connect to and with each other. I was reminded of this in an evaluation session that we took our daughter to this week. Connecting with people is crucial. The way we do it, the frequency with which we do it, and the reason we do it, all play a very important part in our well being.

A lot of times we assume that others know what we are thinking and how we are feeling, and worse yet, how we feel about that person. We must honestly communicate with others. We must look them in the eye and talk with them (not to or at them). We must listen. And, more importantly, we must truly hear what is being said. We must try to forget our agenda and really hear what others are saying.

And, guess what? I started writing this post with the intention of adding some thoughts on Fathers. Well, today is Father’s Day. So, here goes. I hope all my brothers have a great day. And I hope (know) that my deceased brother is looking down on his family and helping them as best he can. My Dad and my wife’s Dad both died with a week of each other about 23 years ago. I feel bad that my daughters never had a Grand-pop or Grandpa or Pop-pop. They have one remaining grandparent, my Mom, their Mom-mom. I know they’re cherishing the time they have with her. It does help them complete their life.

So, happy Father’s Day to all current and past and future fathers.