Frick and Frack
It’s just been one of those weeks. Even though it was a short one, things have just been spiraling out of control.
1. new routines at Summer Camp
2. child #1 diabetic roller coaster ride with BGs from 60 – 469
3. child #2 ear infection requiring antibiotics
4. total thunderstorms, hail, rain damage all week
5. 14 year old dog on heart monitors with 2 sets of blood work
6. can’t get ahead of anything at work and I’m traveling next week
Yes, I could go on. But in the grand scheme of things, these are not life threatening. Sometimes it’s just nice to vent, list these all out in an open forum and then begin to realize how lucky I really am. This week:
1. I was able to watch a cool Netflix streaming video with my husband called Play the Game with Andy Griffith. Great life message.
2. I haven’t had to go to the grocery store once for something I forgot.
3. My kids told me I looked like Hannah Montanna this morning before work.
4. My mom and dad are considering getting an iPad and they still use a VCR and do not use the ATM!
5. #1 child’s best friend agreed to attend the American Diabetes Association Camp Independence at the end of June.
Thanks. I feel better already.
Today is the day after my dad’s 81st birthday. And I wouldn’t be a proud Navy Brat without him! I was adopted in San Diego at 3 months old and have never thought a moment about who my “real” birth parents are (someone always asks!).
It’s interesting to see how dad has changed these past few years. He’s a cancer survivor and is getting to the point where he visibly cherishes every day, all the memories and new opportunities to live on through his grandchildren.
My 41st birthday is upon me next month and my dad called me last week (first sign of something – I always call him) to ask my ring size. WOW. Talk about blown away. Last year I received my maternal grandmother’s diamonds from my mom and the year before that dad gave me an inscribed heart pendant. He is truly focused on creating gifts that last a lifetime and have so much meaning behind them through words he has never really been able to say himself.
Dad is really an inspiration. He built my confidence over the years to a level I never would have done on my own (sorry – I still don’t golf, Dad!). He is genuinely interested in family and believes in the tradition of hand written notes – so much so that I learned calligraphy for my own wedding invitations. He loves to “chat over the fence” to neighbors, only mow the lawn on certain days of the week and is the biggest meat and potatoes fan I’ve ever known.
I dedicate another day of birthday celebration to my dad and would like thoughts on how other people see their dads in themselves. Regardless, it’s worth a few minutes to ponder.