No Other Place I Would Rather Be

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  1. Jeffrey, I just read this most recent addition to your writing.. I enjoyed it so much and I was right there with you on every emotion. I could see Wayne tearing up as I did and as you do and will continue to do with the coming and passing of each milestone… Well written

    1. Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts, Randy. It’s funny how our perspectives change from the child to the parent as we have our own. For example, and this is something I plan to write about one day: I strongly dislike raising my voice at my children when discipline is needed. A three year old can hear you if she wants to hear you. So can a one year old. Otherwise, they can tune you out like nothing else.

      Thinking back to when my dad raised his voice at me, I realize what was probably going through this head much like what goes through mine now, which is: “Please listen to me. You don’t realize how much it hurts my feelings and how much I dislike shouting at you.”

      So, perspective. Then. Now. Past. Present.

      I learn more about my own dad each passing day.

      It would have been nice to have a talk to him now.

      Ha.

  2. Well done. Mike still calls Megan his “baby girl” with the affection only a father can understand. When we toik her to college I think we both were very emotional and it was a very long quiet ride home. Love reading your stories.

    1. I think it’s true, the comment of “the affection only a father can understand.” I hesitated to write the line: “There’s nothing I enjoy more than hanging out with my daughter,” only because I thought someone who read it and think, “Well, what about your son?”

      Of course I enjoy spending time with Henry just as much, but there is something wholly different (not better or worse) than a father and daughter relationship. Perhaps, it’s the mystery. The gentleness of a daughter. I don’t know what it is, but it is all rooted in love.

      And while I have not experienced it on the parent level, when you said “it was a very long, quiet ride home,” that is exactly how the ride home was when we dropped off Jennifer those years ago. We all just sat in silence. I think I had a walkman, but my parents just looked straight ahead and drove all the way back to Phenix without a peep. My mom just looked depressed, which I get now. One of your birds just left the nest.

      As always, thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts.

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