Sunday, June 19, 2011

The Dreamer Streak

This is the earliest photo I could find of my father holding me. I was a month old. People always said that I resembled my dad and when I see his childhood photos I can see why. I have his smile, his eyes. As a child I remember he would create random inventions. He used my ruler and a vise tool to construct some concoction to improve running shoes. I vaguely remember a string and button gizmo and then there was the time he created games for the traveling school carnival complete with a gorilla suit and a cotton candy machine. My dad was a business man and a teacher, but he had this uninhibited streak in him. A dreamer streak I like to call it. I know because I see it in myself.

There are the concrete things my father has taught me growing up. Charge a hill when you run, check your oil in your car, remember people's names, keep your checkbook balanced and work hard at whatever it is you choose to do, to name a few. But there are the unspoken things that leave even a deeper impact on who I am as a person. One being that personal growth never ends. You don't have all the answers as a parent, you still don't know where the road will take you no matter how well you try and coordinate your route and to not stop exploring, learning, growing.

I know I am my own person and that the choices I make for myself and my family are my own. But when I lay in bed at night and wacky inventions pop into my head like the couch pouch (never lose your remote again) or the truck bed alarm (an alarm system for pick up trucks), I cannot help but to think how I inherited this from dad. Or how we both collect anything written by Wayne Dyer and books on spirituality and new age spill out of our bookcases because we have this inherent desire to connect to something larger.

So, on Father's Day I toast my dad with a glass of red wine and a quote from Wayne Dyer.

"When you dance, your purpose is not to get to a certain place on the floor. It's to enjoy each step along the way."

Happy Father's Day to my dad, my wonderful uncles, my sweet & loving father-n-law, my husband and all the men who have helped guide me, but ultimately let me spin freely on my own dance floor of life.

Love & Light,


1 comment :