It’s weird that leaving home made me realize where home is. Funny how that works. Don’t get me wrong, Tybee is amazing. Love this place. But I miss my people. I’ve wondered if I will miss my house. Technically, when I left it for this adventure I knew it very probably wouldn’t be “mine” when I came back. Most of my stuff has been packed up and I’m looking forward to living IN Dalton and a whole lot less maintenance.
On this Father’s Day, I reflect on my own father. Technically he’s a man that didn’t have to take on a woman with 2 children already. But he did and gave us more than his name…he gave us his time; his outlook on the world beyond the small town we’d grown up in; his love for all things intellectual; a faith that all things were doable if you tried hard enough; and a love for my mother even when she didn’t love herself.
As everyone else gets older, he doesn’t seem to age. He is the line that anchors my balloon. I know that no matter how high I fly, he will always be there to at least soften the landing when I crash…and I have done some major crashing over the years. He is s moral compass that I can’t fathom living up to. Recently, my aunt (his sister) reminded me that “after all, he’s just a man!” Yes, but what a mighty man he is!
On this day, I hope you’ve honored those men in your life that anchor you and teach you to soar. It’s the ultimate parenting balance act.
Tomorrow my friend Lisa joins me on Tybee. She and I were instant friends some 3 or 4 years ago and I am blessed to have her in my life. It has been said that if you can have 1 or 2 people in your life that you can always count on, you’re lucky. I am a very lucky woman indeed.