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260/365 – Happy Father’s Day

After a very eventful Saturday, with all the surprises and pinatas and Thomas the Tank Engine decorations, Sunday comes along and — boom — it’s father’s day.  Man, my dad is spoiled.  Father’s day and a birthday in the same week.  As Sean and I sat in my mom’s basement, recovering from a breakfast bonanza, my mom came down to describe a cool situation . . .

Outside, on the back porch, my dad and my step-dad were just chatting away over breakfast.  This is not an uncommon occurrence, but it gave my mom a moment to reflect.  I know a lot of broken families.  Some aren’t even victims of divorce — they’re broken with disfunction and a reluctance to admit things would be better if the parents would split.  Then, of course, there’s the families who have separated or divorced. They are broken in that the animosity runs deep and thick.  Technically, my family is broken — but in reality, it could not have a stronger bond.

We also get really high on our bond . . . really really high.

We are lucky.  So lucky.  My family is a strong unit.  They understand the value of forgiveness, family and understanding.  They understand that shit happens, and we can’t dwell on it.  My dad wasn’t happy about the divorce.  My mom wasn’t happy about the divorce.  It was hard and sad and greatly troubling.  However, I can’t imagine where I would be if my mom and my dad and my step-dad held bitter resentment towards each other.  What would any of my family be like?

Rich, black and living in Brooklyn? Not bad.

There’s an old Buddhist story about two monks walking along a river.  They pass a woman who needs to cross the river.  One of the Monks lifts her and helps her across.  This is against their code as Monks are not allowed to touch women.   As they  continue the journey, the other monk is angry and passive aggressive.  How could he have done that?  Touching a woman.  He carries on like this for miles, when the monk who said helped the woman turns to his companion and asks, “What is wrong?”  His companion replies, “You should not have done that, carried that woman.  It is against our code!”  He looks to his friend and simply states,”I left her back at the river, miles ago.  Why are you still carrying her?”

I think letting go of your past, forgiving yourself and those who may have wronged you or inadvertently hurt you is something I still am working on.  My dads have definitely taught me its importance.

I love my dad and Larry.  They’re incredible roll models.  Thanks guys!  Happy Fathers Day!

One Comment

  1. ann etienne
    Posted 18 Jun ’12 at 5:24 pm | Permalink

    Thanks!

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