how it all began...Gordo & VirginiaIn his first feat of superhero activity my dad taught me the unparalleled importance of a hug. In my naive infancy I was blissfully unaware of the true power of my father's hugs. I believed them to be daily perk occurring around 6am when he left for the office, and again around 6pm when he dashed home for family dinner before returning to the office. It was not until later years that I came to understand the sanctity and safety of my father's hugs.
I was by no means a perfect child, in fact I probably offered more than my fair share of sleepless nights and unnecessary excitement. Despite the associated groundings, yellings, and arguments, at the end of they day I always knew it would be OK, and that I had not in fact been disowned by the family, once my dad wrapped his superman arms around me, kissed the top of my head, and asked me very kindly to stop having such massive "brain farts". While they certainly have not faded altogether, I would like to think they have become "less massive" in recent years.
quality time with the old man
The most super of my father's superhero abilities was an uncanny knack for being in all places at once. While garnering not unnoticeable acclaim in the business world, he simultaneously made it home to read to me nine nights out of 10, taught me how build a princess throne on wheels out of over sized lego blocks, took me sledding on winter weekends, attended every soccer came that I can remember and coached every single softball team that my sister and I ever played on - we one several championships as a result of his parental enthusiasm!
The funny thing is - at the time it was never enough. Call it love, call it adolescence, call it whatever you like. When I was in the midst of it all, it seemed like he was never around enough. But then again, I also believed that I was responsible enough to stay home alone on the weekends, grown up enough to drink vodka, and in control enough to have raging house parties. Let's just say I was not the best judge of reality while growing up.
As the years have passed, and my childhood has become startlingly more clear, I realize that my dad really was the most superhero of them all. He never lost me, he never forgot me, he never put me second, he never stopped the love - and ooooooooh did I give him reason! I don't know how many corporate Presidents, CEOs, and Chairmen can make this claim to fame - I haven't done the poll; I'm guessing not many. But I do know that my father is the one man who wins the prize for being a superhero father.
To dad. xoxo.
The most super of my father's superhero abilities was an uncanny knack for being in all places at once. While garnering not unnoticeable acclaim in the business world, he simultaneously made it home to read to me nine nights out of 10, taught me how build a princess throne on wheels out of over sized lego blocks, took me sledding on winter weekends, attended every soccer came that I can remember and coached every single softball team that my sister and I ever played on - we one several championships as a result of his parental enthusiasm!
The funny thing is - at the time it was never enough. Call it love, call it adolescence, call it whatever you like. When I was in the midst of it all, it seemed like he was never around enough. But then again, I also believed that I was responsible enough to stay home alone on the weekends, grown up enough to drink vodka, and in control enough to have raging house parties. Let's just say I was not the best judge of reality while growing up.
As the years have passed, and my childhood has become startlingly more clear, I realize that my dad really was the most superhero of them all. He never lost me, he never forgot me, he never put me second, he never stopped the love - and ooooooooh did I give him reason! I don't know how many corporate Presidents, CEOs, and Chairmen can make this claim to fame - I haven't done the poll; I'm guessing not many. But I do know that my father is the one man who wins the prize for being a superhero father.
To dad. xoxo.
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