Happy Belated Father's Day to all you papas out there, by blood or by love. I found the following vignettes about fathers in my archives:
Photo Credit Sukanto Debnath http://www.flickr.com/photos/sukanto_debnath/3762206605/
Fathers - 4/27/06 Pediatrician waiting room, 3 p.m. - He is soft…soft face, soft brown eyes, soft long hair, soft body, soft shoes. His body whispers of warm waters, composting leaves and earth, endless gentle streams slowly smoothing the rocks.
His son is a small version of him and he dotes after his baby sister, she a pink cheeked child of delight and eager wonder. The father watches his son rock his sister on a rocking horse. The son looks to his father as he rocks her…once, twice, and again…smiling, seeking reassurance.
It comes, it never wavers. The father’s approval is a beam streaming from eye to eye, unfaltering.
State Street, 4:25 p.m. - He is happy, happy, happy. His grin has tilted into silly, so full of happiness and pride. “Giddy” or “delirious with joy” come to mind as I watch him. Mom and baby on a bike in front of him, he takes up the rear where they cannot see the sparkles of love lighting up his eyes, brighter than the late afternoon sun that blinds me as I drive.
Lacrosse game, 6:30 p.m. - He has come straight from work to sit on the cold metal of the bleachers. The wind flaps at the bottom corner of his navy business suit. When he smiles, he is a movie star with his bright tiny pearl teeth flashing beneath black sunglasses. He is perfectly trimmed and perfectly proud.
Even though I'm not a dad, I got a present yesterday from a friend. A book present - the best kind. So your word this week is from EcoMind: Changing the Way We Think, to Create the World We Want by Frances Moore Lappé, who I hear is quite the dynamic speaker. It's endorsed by Jane Goodall who says she wants everyone to read it, and I'm not going to argue with Jane Goodall. The word is: