Health & Fitness
Pirates of the Irene-abbean
This week's blog is a slight departure from the usual zany posts. So grab your booty (you will get the pun after you read the blog) and get ready to set sail down the fatherhood path.
fa·ther·hood
[fah-th er-hoo d]
noun
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1. the state of being a father.
2. fathers collectively.
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3. the qualities or spirit of a father.
Being a father of a five-year-old boy is undoubtedly the most amazing experience. Being able to see the world through the eyes of a child is really quite enlightening. We all tend to get bogged down and see the world through our own narrow focused mindset. If we can just put a different spin on our perspective, the world before us can unfold in beautifully different ways.
One of the "lessons" that I have been trying to teach my son is that we can have fun no matter where we are and no matter what we are doing. This lesson is often brought up while waiting in lines at the supermarket. Well, over this past storm-filled weekend my son reminded me of this lesson.
Let me start off by saying that I am most thankful that we fared well through the storm. We encountered a relatively brief power outage of 13 hours. It was during this 13 hours of "roughing it" that I started to get caught up in the "how are we going to survive without power" mode. Just as I was preplanning the fate of the recently stocked freezer, I looked outside and saw my son playing on the deck. The winds had died down by then. He was picking up sticks dropped by the angry winds of Irene.
This is when the bleak world of selfishness and reliability on electricity faded away and I was transformed into a most magical world -- a world full of adventure on the high seas. The deck morphed into the bow of a pirate ship overlooking the Irene-abbean sea (which, in reality was our now overflowing lake). The sticks that he was picking up were now pirate swords. We had become swashbuckling pirates having sword fights and searching for our own buried treasure. In a matter of mere minutes, the gloom and doom world of Irene’s wake became our own Pirates of the Irene-abbean adventure. And, the lesson that I have been trying to teach my son of having fun in any situation had paid off. We spent the rest of the day sailing the high seas and pirating away!
Life…… Hook it! As in Captain Hook… (phew, glad I clarified that.)
P.S…. I would like to give a shout-out to all those involved in assisting, helping, repairing, rescuing, cleaning, etc…after the storm.
