He Calls Me Pooh

We have always had the kind of father-daughter relationship that I know so many longed for.  And, I don’t take it for granted.

Fights were fierce because we are both fiercely independent. (The apple never does fall far, does it?) And, we were a lot alike in our thinking.

Still are, really. Black and white ain’t got nothin’ on us.

The Nana used to say of me, “You walk like your father and talk like your father!” I always took it as a compliment.

But, the most beautiful part of our interactions came during the times of crisis.

Feeling ugly:

“Aw, Pooh, you’re the most beautiful girl to me.”

Being on the verge of dropping out:

“Aw, Pooh, the only one who can make this decision is you.”

Not telling the truth and getting into trouble with the law:

“Aw, Pooh, why do you have to make things so hard?”

Broken relationships that nearly broke me:

“Aw, Pooh, people will come and people will go – but you’ll always have your family.”

And, of course, the one period of my life that darn near broke him – the dreaded tween years when I didn’t want to hug and kiss “my dad” anymore…

“Aw, Pooh, I understand.”

To the man who brought me up, bailed me out, and boosted my spirits; the man who showed me how to hunt, fish, and love; The dad who taught me to be brave, shoot for the moon, and not give up; to the man whose stances I’ve watched soften, hair I’ve watched greying, and faith I’ve watched grow…

Happy Father’s Day!


To the man who calls me Pooh…

I love you.

Captain Ahab, I Love You

Ahab and I have always had a tender and precious father-daughter relationship.  It hasn’t always been roses, of course. Just ask him about the terribly hurtful stage I went through when it didn’t feel “comfortable” to hug and kiss him anymore.  (That lovely age of 13 – it should be banned.) 

I now see the redemptive power hindsight has, though.  Looking back on the behaviors of my parents, through the lens of adulthood, provides a new understanding of All The Rules.

Clarity is an irony.  It’s only in looking backward that I understand more clearly the path I want to forge with my own family, moving forward.

That path, in large part, is because of the one forged by Ahab for his own family.

He may be a Fishing Guru, but what he really excels at is this:

 “Don’t think you are better than you really are. Be honest in your evaluation of yourselves…”

Romans 12:3 (NLT)

He may have been rough around the edges, but, with Ahab?  What you see is most definitely what you get.  (Nana – stop that sighing. Right now!) I learned to take myself, and the things of this world, a little less seriously from him.  (Unless, of course, we’re talking about the battle plan for the two Sport Lobster Days in the Keys each July. Then?  Then, it’s Get Your Game Face On!)

Ahab taught me how to laugh in the face of danger (“That shark over there? He isn’t interested in you.”), how to go after something you want with determination somethin’ fierce (“Well, get after it! And don’t quit until it’s done!”), how to find the joy in simplicity (“Aw, that’s nothin’ but a thing.”), how loyalty should mean something (“We take care of our own!”),  and how laughter can bring some much needed levity to A Situation (“Hair on your upper lip you say?  Well then, we’ll just call you Harry and the Hendersons from now on.”)

And he taught me love.

“Aw, you’re just sayin’ that cuz it’s true.”  Indeed I am!

I love you Captain Ahab.  Happy Father’s Day!

He always can make me laugh.

He always can make me laugh.

Do you have some fond memories of your father, step-father, uncle, or grandfather?  Please, share! And spread a memory or two.  I love hearing other people’s stories!