In honor of father’s day, I thought I’d do this next post on my dad. I made a promise to him that it wouldn’t be sappy or a tear-jerker like the one I wrote for my mom. You know how us women can be! We love to be emotional, don’t we? So, I will try my best to make this post light and fun, ok dad?
Picture of my dad and I on top of the world at the highest point along the Annapurna Trek in Nepal in November 2010.
Around the world and back with dad.
Ever since I was little, I’d always understood that my dad was not the norm. I mean, who else would buy and wear a button upside down that said “I do not do normal”? He has endless energy and perseverance like few other people I know. At age 69, he can still beat me up any mountain, pass me flying down a black run on the ski hill or run around the lake ahead of me. He never gives up, never. He always turns a negative into a positive. And he faces each day with a smile.
He always set goals for himself, most of them handwritten in scribbly pen across an old file folder. Goals about his career, goals about life like setting a new “PR” (personal record) time for a marathon. Goals about family and goals about seeing the world. There is a checklist, isn’t there dad?
I have been blessed with that same desire and passion in life that I have been given by my dad. Where my mother gave me love, strength and guidance, my dad gave me the other things that made me whole. Without either or them, I wouldn’t be who I am today. I wouldn’t be willing to hop on a plane by myself off to Guatemala for a week. I wouldn’t be leaving my kids for three weeks at home so I could trek the Himalayas in Nepal. I wouldn’t be following my dreams as a writer and trying to change the world through advocacy and volunteerism. I wouldn’t be me.
So, without further ado, I want to thank you dad for your love, support, encouragement, inspiration and fun. Here’s to our next trip! 🙂 And don’t worry, I’ll always follow your words: Carpe Diem!
A portrait of our trips together….
Growing up, our family traveled together all the time. However, once the three of us kids got older and left the house, my dad began taking each one of us on special trip only with him each year. Here are some of my favorites….
In the Fall of 2004, I had my first child and stayed home for awhile. Yet a year later, on my son’s first birthday my mom came to babysit him and off I went with my dad to South Africa (something I never thought I’d be able to do after surviving severe postpartum depression).
(A break was taken for the birth of my daughter in 2006—-wasn’t ready to leave a newborn!)
Looking over these photos remind me of why I am the way I am and how I’ve become me. The thirdeyemom. I look forward to my next trip, Dad. See you in the French Alps this August! Love always, Nicole 🙂