How to Make Peace and Receive Your Father’s Legacy
I sink into contemplative space on many holidays. They feel especially sacred and pure, as if a portal in time has opened and there is a unique opportunity to create anew.
Father's Day used to elicit conflicting thoughts and feelings, jumbled into a morass of ambiguity and avoidance.
Today, my heart is more open. I know that most of us are doing the best we can. Life is a playground. The board and players change, and so do we.
We live. We learn. We love.
I love my father, even though I've experienced great pain in this relationship. I won't go into the story because it's not helpful. Today I'm noticing what he gifted me, his legacy. As I tally the blessings, I owe him a lot.
My childhood is a mix of memories…
singing, LOTS of singing,
dancing to La Orquesta Aragon,
Charles Aznavour or Beny Moré,
heated debates and quick tempers,
I remember how my Dad used to challenge me on a fact, just so I would look it up in the Encylopedia Britannica. My love of historical epics probably came from watching movies and debating history facts. From a very early time he encouraged my love of learning.
Dad was a passionate and handsome man, extremely magnetic and highly intelligent. I'd watch him wield his Svengali appeal whether he was baring his heart in a song or beguiling opponents in an argument. He had the gift of gab, and he was smooth! I was so proud!
It wasn't all perfect, but we made peace. He was the FIRST to see me and encourage me to be all that I could be.
I love him. I thank him.
What is your Dad's legacy to you? Today might be a day to make peace with what was and to glean the pearls created as a consequence of your experience with your Dad.
Happy Father's Day, Papas!
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