We’re halfway through the Fortnight of Many Houseguests, and my visit with my dad (who left yesterday) is fresh in my mind. We have always been close, but it’s rare that we get a lot of one-on-one time. I knew I’d enjoy having him here for a few days, I just didn’t realize how much.
Having a few days with my dad solo reminded me that while my mom and I have things we share, so do my dad and I. We always have to eat deli (this trip included Langer’s and Canter’s). The man loves a tasting menu, and the meal we ate at Providence included the best scallop I have ever eaten in my life. (OK, we like to eat.)
Sharing a meal together is just the backdrop for talking. About everything and anything. Office politics, family politics, why we are the way we are—it’s all up for discussion. What I value most about my dad, though—and trust me, there’s a lot about him to love—is his willingness, “even as an old man,” as he would say, to try something new. We’re always evolving, always changing, and just when I start to think we’re set in our ways, my dad reminds me that we’re all works in progress.
Since Mother’s Day is upon us, I should probably mention that my dad would say he couldn’t be who he is today without my mom. So here’s to parents in general, particularly mine! And here’s the latest object of my affection, the monogrammed Dwell diaper bag, unfortunately not yet available for purchase. Until baby boy has a name, my urge to monogram will stay with my own “RAB.”