Sunday, June 17, 2012

Beatus Patres 'Dies

Just as Latin is the root of all languages, so are fathers the root of our experiences for most of us.  They deserve a day to be recognized for all they do; all they accomplish; all they mean to us.  Some of us are lucky enough to still have them here, while some spend this day reviewing happy memories of past father's days.

A father is one who takes care of his children.  That's about as succinct a definition as I've ever heard.  I'd agree with this.  My father was an incredible provider, most particularly because he refused to allow his physical inabilities to impede his ability and desire to be my sole parent, mentor and guide.

I live with one of the best fathers I've ever met.  His children are never far from his thoughts.  He is lucky to be developing a different chapter of his parenting story with his children who are adults now.  The three of them are moving to that sacred place where you become friends with your kids, but you are always first and foremost, Dad.

Men learn to be fathers from their fathers.  It's an acquired skill.  And some are more lucky than others to have a parent they would emulate completely.

Such is the case with Michael and his father, Carroll.  To be blessed to still have him in his life is something for which My Lion is very grateful.  He is now more than just Carroll's oldest son, he has become friends with Dad and respects and cares for him completely.  He still looks to his advice.  He still looks forward to his weekly conversations with him.  For Michael, Father's Day is another opportunity to thank him for being such a major influence and part of a happy life.

In our family, we have so many great men who embrace their role as a father.  Men, whose core Self-definition contains the word, "Dad'.  Eric is learning his role with Livy and Ava.  Michael has his role with Melissa and Evan.  My brother, Glenn defines himself as Sean and Laura's Dad.

Fathers are the first ones who teach us things about the world outside our homes.  They show us things.  Build our memories.  Teach us what it feels like to be safe, cared for, protected.  They teach us loyalty.  Fidelity.  Family.  Fun.  But, most of all, Love.

And just as Latin is the root of all languages, hence this post's title today:

The best father in the world, the one who I always miss and think of so much on a day like this, is the root of my existence and understanding of the world;  James, Jimmy Dietor.

I love you, Daddy.  Happy Father's Day to you and all the glorious men who understand the meaning of the word, "Father".

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka Jimmy Dietor's Daughter


LionKing said...

If we, as fathers, are to be measured by the "wonderfulness" of our children, Jimmy Dietor is a shoo-in for the Hall of Fame. I feel somewhat diminished in that I never got to meet the man. But I have you, and that's all the evidence I need. Love you.

Genie Sea said...

Hi Holly!!!

Beautifully said! :) Very touching :)

I came by to say hello, and to answer your question from months ago. Life took over, but I'm back and raring to go! :)


Joanna Jenkins said...

I yiyi, I was crying and missing my dad as I read your post.... Then I read Michael's comment.

Pass the Kleenex!

This is beautiful, Holly.

xo jj

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