Sometimes we aren't ready for the lesson at the same pace as our teacher.
Author Clarence Budington Kelland once wrote of his father, "He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it."
Like my husband, I was blessed with a dad I've always looked up to, one I appreciate in a whole new way as the years go by.
Dad could do anything, build anything, fix anything. He was good at all sports, able to pick up and play most any instrument. Whether he could actually do all the things I thought he could, I'm not sure. The thing is, I always believed that he could.
It was fun being Superman's child.
My dad was just 18 when he came to the United States from India, where he was raised. He had no family here. He simply knew in his gut that he was meant to be an American. He enlisted with the military. Became a paratrooper. (Who but Superman would jump from a perfectly good airplane?)
The courage it took for Dad to travel from India to the U.S., all alone -- and jump from planes once he was here -- is hard for me to fathom. As is getting on a bus, as my father-in-law did, knowing it could mean being beaten or killed, knowing you'd be going to prison.
I wonder what my life could be like if I could emulate the fearlessness of our fathers, if I could stop being so careful and conservative and take a chance every now and again.
I so admire their courage. So admire the men.
And I'm grateful they're mine.
Happy Father's Day.
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