stick- to -it -iveness

(I am reposting this one in honour of Father’s Day yesterday- hope all of you had a good one )

Because women love to talk and repeat themselves and then talk some more, the lessons from mom are very high in volume. So much so that they sometimes fade in importance, or the child is confused as to the origin and sometimes the point of the lesson. Dad, on the other hand, typically says fewer things, is around a little less and his lessons hold more weight maybe because they are not anchored by clean your room, brush your teeth and sit up straight.

A dad will teach you how to snap your fingers, whistle, whittle wood, make a fire, laugh at yourself, drink a beer, blame the dog when you pass gas, change a tire, ride a bike, do something every day that scares you and throw not like a girl.

My dad taught me how to listen, look people dead in the eye, keep my word,  empathize with  and cheer for the underdog, smoke a pipe, call a spade a spade to its face, give nicknames to people you care about, push, tease, ask for, and  swim underwater for the whole length of the pool. But the   thing he held in highest esteem was something he called ‘sticktoitiveness’. This is not giving up or giving in no matter how tough it gets. Once in a job that I could not make work, I took him out for lunch, presented the whole thing and basically asked permission to give up.

Later when I had to give up on my marriage, stick- to- it -iveness  made me stay and try until it almost killed me. However, I never need to wonder if I did everything I could. I cannot regret or think I gave up too easily.

At that point, I could not discuss it intelligently with my father as he was already in the later stages of Dementia. One day recently he watched me intently as I was writing this blog and he asked what I was writing about. I told him separation and divorce. He said ” Oh my, I do not want to get divorced”. I said ‘you won’t dad but I am’. He said “It must have been very hard for you to give up.”

At  my wedding, my father turned to my brand new husband and said quietly “You are going to love living with her.” Of all the things he ever said about me or to me this was the very highest compliment.

Happy Father’s Day, dad. I loved living with you too.

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love as an action verb

The man walks into his doctor’s office and says ” Doc, I don’t know what to do. I don’t love my wife. What should I do ?”

The doctor, nonplussed, looks back at him and says, without blinking,love your wife.”

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one potato, two potato, three potato, four

At grocery store in a small- too small a town, at times, that she calls home – she runs into her father’s girlfriend.

This is the woman who started up with her dad before he was finished with her mom.

This is the woman she called on the phone and begged   to let go of her dad. She sobbed and begged. She begged and sobbed. To which mistress said only “you don’t understand, we are soulmates”

Daughter needed to hang up in that moment as she felt violently ill.

But now 5 years later, in the produce section, she sees the woman who is now still living with her dad.

She did not move to say hello. She did not move.

She just stared with a thin line of a mouth as she put potatoes in a bag.

She did not realize until she got home that she had 22 large potatoes.

She lives alone and does like
like potatoes.

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