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Attitude of Gratitude–Day 33–Quality Time

When I left home for college in at the age of 18, I knowingly stepped out of the nest. Poised for a big adventure, I moved from Vermont to California to be a wide-eyed freshman at the University of San Francisco. For four years I would come home to my family during Christmas and summer vacations only. I became so used to the distance between me and my family, that when I decided to move to France after college, I hardly batted an eye at the idea of being a 7-hour flight from home. Morocco would be next on my list, and again I lived with a ocean of separation between me and my family. By this point, the notion of being so far from my nest was so commonplace for me, that a little more distance didn’t seem like a big deal.

Living so far from my family over the years was selfish, though I don’t regret it. I did it for me, and for the opportunities and for the moment in time in which I was beautifully whisked along in. But I must say, a skype call can’t compare to having those you love be physically around you.

When I moved back to the U.S. in the fall of 2013 I crashed landed back in the nest of my ecstatic parents. It had been 6 years since I’d fully depended on them for support, and while it was humbling for me to feel so young and vulnerable again, it was also wonderful to get a chance to become friends with my parents as an adult.

SInce I moved back to the States I have moved again, though this time the distance is much more manageable.I’m now at the maximum an healthy afternoon’s car rude from Vermont and a hop, skip and jump from my dad’s place in New Jersey.

This weekend I drove out to durty Jerzee to hang with my dad. We had a great time together, going for walks, cooking dinner, watching movies and hanging out, and we both acknowledged how wonderful it is to spend quality time together. We get along so well, which is a testament to the unique bond I have with my parents. This weekend I am so grateful to the time I got to spend with my dad, and for the proximity to my family that my new location provides me. I hope that over the next years of our lives we can grow even closer together, strengthening our connection and providing love, guidance and support for each other, as a family does best.

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Circumnavigating the Heart; A Father’s Day Tribute

The circle is a symbol we can all identify with, an infinitely wise geometric shape.

The heart, a blood-pumping-organ that circulates oxygen and blood through our veins.

The sun, which chases the moon through the night sky, dashing across the universe

And pulling the tides of the sea inhale, exhale.

A ship, sailing the seas, circumnavigating the globe.

Through turbulent waters and calm ones he sailed.

My father, the seafarer.

Some of my earliest memories of my father were imaginations, ruminations.

I sat spinning my globe ’round and round tracing an outline with my delicate pointer finger

Across mountains and seas, desserts and rain forests,

Metropolitan cities and rivers and valleys.

“Where’s Daddy?” Mommy would ask.

“Bangladesh,” or  “Cape Town,” or  “Diego Garcia,” I would reply, pinpointing his location with my finger.

I imagined him on his ship, the master of the seas.

“Daddy always comes home” Mommy would tell me.

And he always did.

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It was hard for all of us to function as a family unit sans the captain of our household.

But his first mate and crew managed.

Our hearts were full of joy when Dad came and grief when he left.

And even as we grew older and more accustomed, it never became easier.

Birthdays were missed, Christmases too.

But as Dad sailed he circumnavigated our hearts.

Because it was love for his family that sent him back to the open seas each time.

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Don’t be fooled, Dad. This love is not unrequited nor unappreciated.

And it’s this very love, which has had a profound effect on my life.

Sometimes the effects were as indirect as the passage around the Cape of Good Hope,

But they remain a part of me nonetheless.

I too became a traveler, and as the wanderlust surged and swelled within me like a storm raging in the Atlantic, I set off, like my father, to chart my own course.

I wanted to see the world  just like my Dad.

I wanted my passport to be as full and diverse as his.

And most of all I wanted to explore borders and push boundaries.

I wanted to open myself up the world and let my heart soar to heights as high as Kilimanjaro and plunge as low as the ocean’s floor.

From home, my parents worried. But they were steadfast in their love and support.

And what I’ve learned is that no matter how many times we complete a circle, we are infinitely traveling towards home.

Towards the center of our hearts,

And into the arms of those who love us most.

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Dad,

My passport is now filled with stamps, but the most important stamp of all is the influence you’ve had on my life over the past 24 years. Thank you for your love that knows no borders.

And remember, I, too, always come home.

Happy Father’s Day!

Love,

Lizzie

 

 

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