I recall Father’s Day back in 2008 when Sidd’s classroom had an event for fathers to join. I came 5 minutes late. I was ambling down the hallway in the school and saw his face peaking around the edge of the doorway, hoping to see me. Immediately, he came trotting out, whispered "come on Dad" in his soft spoken voice, grabbed my hand and led me into the room.
I realized (once again) how much these small moments count and reinforce our relationships, how I had in truth trivialized it in my head, and how missing such an occasion is a much bigger deal than I had realized.
I had put much less weight into my attendance than he had. On the way back to work, I said a small prayer of thanks that I had NOT missed this event for some pedestrian commitment at the office – I do that far too often. Again, good dumb luck had prevailed over ignorance. Make no mistake, I have certainly had precious moments occur without my attendance. But I have come to realize the experiences we create with our family and friends are among our most sublime treasures.
Father’s Day, 2008 with Dad, © 2008, Abe Pachikara (Click for larger images)