Under the mask is a first time Dad holding a newborn wondering how he is going to be a good enough father.
Under the mask is a single Dad trying to figure out what a Mom would do in this situation.
Under the mask is a devoted father praying his little leaguer hits the ball so he won’t have to convince him he’s still a winner.
Under the mask is a strong man in uniform, filthy from dirt and sweat, yearning desperately to see his family again.
Under the mask is a jobless father in despair telling his family it will be alright and things will come around real soon.
Under the mask is a salesman worn out from working under the pressure of a monolith when his wife and kids just want him home.
Under the mask is a distraught father comforting his broken-hearted daughter telling her the boy didn’t deserve her anyway.
Let’s face it. We appreciate our Dad’s masks.
This certainty that they will be there to lean on, to look up to.
This knowing that they will remain strong when we fall apart.
This faith that they’ll throw the rescue line when we’ve fallen too far.
This expectation that they have the map if we just follow their directions.
This belief that when we don’t feel good enough, we’re good enough for them.
To all the Dad’s out there, Thank You. You matter. A lot.
You are our anchor that only lets us drift so far.
My mother passed away several years ago after battling an illness. In honor of her this Memorial Day, I decided to ask myself what was the number one thing I admired most about my mom. I didn’t want to over think it- just wanted to see what first popped in my mind.
The answer gave me goosies. And opened up a whole cave of streaming thoughts. Read more