This might be my last post until Sunday night, unless I finish up my last three assignments and hand them in.
The family arrives in a few hours. So we’ll be doing some things. I haven’t seen them in sixteen days–my longest absence in either marriage or parenthood. But they have been supportive of my adventures in the spiritual life.
A shout-out to all you fathers out there this weekend. My own dad died in 1995, so I haven’t had anyone in that role for me. But that’s okay for somebody my age. Before I became an adoptive parent, I had altar servers, choir members, the occasional nephew or niece (either biological or children of friends). And now that I have a daughter, I enjoy the celebration of the day. And it gives me opportunity to reflect on the duties and the joys of helping to guide someone through childhood into adult life.