I post to my Random Thoughts segment when something has touched me during the week. But, to be honest, sometimes I’m not touched.
Okay, that didn’t come out right. Let me try that, again.
Random Thoughts are about what moves me, and this week it was my Father.
But first, some quick background information.
My Father visits us every Saturday and Sunday. We bond over sports, movies, and homecooked meals. My wife, Elizabeth, is an excellent cook and a generous soul who sends my Father home with a big container of healthy food for the week. We enjoy our time together, and my Father doesn’t have to cook for a few days. It’s a win-win for everyone.
Now, this past Sunday we got together to watch the Arizona Diamondbacks. Who sucked, again. Anyway, my Father said something that took me by complete surprise.
“Son, what happened to your short stories?” he inquired.
“Whaddya mean?” I asked after I finished cursing and ranting about a relief pitcher.
He rocked himself up to a seated position, and said, “I look forward to reading ’em on Sunday mornings. I really enjoy ’em. I do. But there hasn’t been one for a couple of weeks, I don’t think.”
Right then, I felt light-headed, overrun with emotions. I had no idea that anyone even noticed. Now, I understand that parents support their children. It’s sort of expected to say something nice. But this was completely unsolicited.
I assured my Father a new story was on the way. I explained how it was taking twice as long as usual because I’m swamped with editing my trilogy. Plus, the short story is actually long.
Now, there was no way I was going to let him down and headed straight into my office where I put the finishing touches on my latest story, and then I published it.
Later that night, my Father curled up with his iPad under the covers and read Bad Habits. A perfect ending to his weekend, or so I like to believe.
One more thought before you go. As I went over in my mind what to write this week, I couldn’t help picture something. As kids, our parents would read us bedtime stories to help us fall asleep. It also encouraged our creative minds and made us feel loved at the same time. I think it’s pretty cool that it’s my turn to return the favor, now.
And that’s my dad. My biggest fan.