It is Fathers’ Day. My son Rafi is a father — a devoted, loving father and I am proud of him. Surely, he and his lovely Chandra are raising a son who will also be a loving father.
I remember when I’d be pushing little Rafi, dressed in red overalls, in his stroller and strangers would comment: ‘What a beautiful little girl.’ He WAS pretty with his soft brown curls and it didn’t matter to me. I’d just say: ‘Thank you.’ (Red is still my favourite colour.)
When Rafi was very little, we didn’t have the fancy olives displayed in the grocery markets today. I used to buy black olives in cans. He’d push one on each finger and march around the kitchen thrilled with himself. I’d chuckle. He was so much fun.
His sister Susan loved him, but couldn’t help but take advantage of him occasionally. When he was about four, she told him a nickel was worth more than a dime because the nickel was bigger. She was offering to exchange her nickel for his dime. I overheard the transaction and scolded her. Rafi, always the peacemaker, insisted he was the one who wanted the nickel.
I wish my son Rafi, who has given me so much pleasure through the years, all the best on this day devoted to men like him. I am also proud of him and of all his accomplishments.
Please don’t interrupt, I’m deep in conversation. With whom? With myself of course. Yes I talk to myself — who else would listen as carefully and give me such expert advice — for free? Professionals charge by the hour.
Problem solving is important and requires extreme concentration. I haven’t lived all these years for nothing… Besides who is more familiar with the circumstances in my life and more capable of figuring out what to do?
I’m also a good listener, especially when I’m doing the talking. I may not always agree, but why argue? I want to hear what I have to say, so I pay total attention.
Am I bored? Insulted? Never! As a good debater (I did well on debating teams at school), when I don’t agree, you’d never hear ME make personal attacks. Not even when I debate myself. Personal attacks aren’t cool, I never say things like: ‘You don’t know what you’re talking about.’
Something I truly value is humour and I CAN, at times, be hilarious. I’m at my best when I make me laugh. Laughing is good for the soul, so I laugh often. It also makes me happy.
I’m known in my family for being a nut and appreciate their tolerance because it is certainly true.
Don’t you agree?????
HAPPY FATHERS DAY TO MY SON RAFI, THE BEST FATHER I KNOW!!!
I sure have been busy! First of all, my very special daughter-in-law Chandra visited. She is as beautiful inside as out. (My son has good taste.) As you can imagine, I was thrilled to have this special time with her.
However just before Chandra came, out of the blue I had a toothache. It began on a Saturday morning of a long weekend, (Victoria Day) so I had to wait until Tuesday to call a dentist, whom I finally got to see this week.
Then the filling in that tooth was missing. Have you seen it? I must have swallowed it. (Are fillings fattening????) As if that weren’t enough, later a piece of the tooth fell out — a bad sign. I’ve seen the dentist.
The verdict is in. The root is broken as well and the tooth must come out. I haven’t had a tooth pulled since my wisdom teeth in my early twenties. I recall that experience as being so painful, I’d rather have a baby. As a result I’m a wreck. Oh, well. I’ll survive.
The other thing I learned during this busy time is that if you don’t write any posts, few people will read your blog. So, here I am folks. I’ve missed you!!!