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!


Sometimes Lobsters Are Blue

Having a child who is different, in any way, be it the way they look or the way they act, or both, can be tough stuff.  But not always.  Sometimes, it tickles your stinkin’ funny bone in ways other folks might find just plain odd.  The thinking that our son’s brain goes through to process an idea or a concept is best described in a post that another brave mama wrote about here.  Quirky is as quirky does.  And if you’ve read around here for any length of time, you probably already well know that our kid gets his quirk on pretty regularly.  And with more than a touch of The Funny.  Seriously?  I think he was blessed with the gift of The Funny; but then again, I may be a tad biased on his behalf.


Sweetboy comes up with some funny one liners.  They remind me of the comedian, Steven Wright‘s, stuff.  (I still laugh hard enough to tinkle when I think of his sketch about someone breaking into his apartment, stealing everything, and replacing it with exact duplicates.)  Sweetboy doesn’t realize it yet, though, because he doesn’t get how funny his thought process can be to other people.  This is ironic, as it lends itself to a deadpan delivery that makes whatever he’s trying to rationalize out loud even funnier.


The Nana walked right into one of these instances when she was out for a visit.  Sweetboy got off his bus, barely greeted us, and launched into a description of the latest animal they had learned about at school; a “deer mouse”.  And then this went down:

The Nana: “That’s a mouse that wears antlers, right?” (Nana and I are snickering furiously.)

Sweetboy: (Not one iota of snickering on his  part…) “No, it’s a particular kind of mouse that lives in the forest.”

Alrighty then.


And then, Sweetman and I walked into this one this weekend:

Me: “Sweetboy!  Look at this!  (It was a picture in a magazine of a blue lobster.) Did you know that one in 2 million lobsters are blue?”

Sweetboy: “That must be one very sad lobster.”


And we howled. Oh yes indeed. Thank you, God, for this smart, sweet, funny, boy.

Got kids?  What have they said lately that’s funny?