Words: My Dad
My dad is a king of quotes. A few years ago for my dads birthday my siblings and I made a cd of songs we'd written based off of some of our favorite quotes from our dad. Tracks included:
"Readers are Leaders"
"This is Going to Be a Good One" (he literally says this every time he takes a photo)
"You've got to A.S.K to G.E.T"
While we thoroughly enjoyed making fun of our dads sayings, the truth is that my dad is one of the wisest men I have ever known. My dad has always worked really really hard. Growing up all I knew was that he had a nice office and lots of people who worked for him. On rare and VERY special occassion we might even be lucky enough to go to work with dad and eat a fancy lunch and go shopping at The Gap. Seriously, it was the coolest thing. I remember my dad being out the door most mornings before we left for school. But I also remember my dad being home every night for dinner. As I got older I realized more and more the insanity of my dads responsibilities. Yet it seemed that those responsibilities never made it inside the door of our home. I can't remember the first time I heard the quote, probably in high school when I was freaking out about some minor problem cause by my own procrastination, but it has stayed with me ever since;
"Your work will be waiting for you tomorrow".
Lately I feel constantly, chronically behind. No matter how early I wake up or how late I go to bed there is something left undone. At a retreat I was at this past weekend one of the speakers talked about 'rest' as a discipline. I was pretty surprised to hear that because for much of my adult life I've viewed rest of a lack of discipline. It's something I'm trying to be more mindful of (like for the past three days) but it's something my dad understands. He realized somewhere in his 20's that all the working, striving, doing, driving, paying, playing, smile for the camera-ing just never stops. We have to decide at some point that we are done and just leave it there until tomorrow. I think my dad left his work in his car. He'd pull into the driveway talking on his phone and pull out of the driveway in the morning doing the same. But as soon as he was out of the car it was magic. When my dad would walk through the door in the evening my family would yell "The king is in the castle!", which is probably because when we were around him we felt like royalty. Happy Fathers Day Dad. You are a treasure.