I was swimming with my husband the other day, and he was crossing the 10ft deep section of the pool. It was the 1st time he had ever been in water that deep. As a young child, my brother and I always frolicked fearlessly in deep water. We thought that is was magical to sink to the bottom, push off really hard and shoot up to the top and take a huge breath... Mike grew up petrified of water - he was very much conquering a fear at that very second that I had never experienced.
Mike is a wondeful, caring and compassionate father. This is amazing because he didn't have a dad. Mike's dad left him to create a new family when Mike was 7, but he was gone a long time before he physically left. This weighs on him heavily, especially now as his children grow older nearing the age when his father abandoned him and his siblings. His gentle but firm hand in raising our brood is everything that a father should have. He gives them love, love of God, respect for life and a passion for fun. He works late into the evening, but ALWAYS walks in with a surprise for them. It's funny, my little boy suffers from insomnia and Mike for years has carried him into the living room for a light snack and TV - the insomnia has become the cutest tradition for the boys. He has taught his daughter to be a great musician and basketball player - she has a graceful aggression in all sports and excells at everything she touches - the determination she gets from me, but the grace and skill she has inherited from him...
I really love this man, and I can only attest to him becoming a wonderful father because I was raised by one.
When Mike and I were hanging on the wall in the 10ft, I flashed back to my brother and I treading water in the Atlantic way out past the breaking point, just swimming literally with the sharks. We couldn't see bottom, which was probably a blessing since we couldn't see what was swimming around us. I was talking with my dad and relaying this memory and he replied "Gene Autry was never to far." It was true, my dad was an incredible swimmer, my brother and I got our confidence in water from him - my mom can't swim. I had flashed back to this memory of my brother and I swimming out near the buoys many times over the past couple decades, but only when my father said this did I remember that most times he was out there with us, swimming at a distance to give us our independence, but never to far that we were out of reach... It was then that I remembered how unafraid and fearless I was as a child because I always had my dad...
We had an estate in Delaware while I was growing up, it was our vacation estate where my brother and I explored the woods, colonial history, graveyards from the 1700's and wildlife. My dad gave this to us. What a tremendous gift! I am working my butt off now to give to my children that same opportunity, but I often wonder, will they be as fearless as we were.
I was never afraid playing outside at night, sleeping with windows open, night swimming... just never afraid because I knew that he was always there, watching over us. I never realized it until he said "Gene Autry was never too far" - but I knew as a child that I didn't need to be afraid, because my dad is a hero, and his protection gave us our fins, gave us our wings - and let us fly! (and swim)
I love you Mike, I love you Dad... Happy Father's Day!