I started my work day smiling wistfully over a father with whom I have a painful relationship. I don’t communicate with him as often as I’d like, in part because he doesn’t own a computer and has never had an email account, but largely because he wasn’t a very good father. He actually never wanted to be one at all – a fact he made expressly clear more than once as I was growing up. That’s still a small bone of contention for me.
In any case, every once and a while, I’ll put a packet of pictures in the mail to him of his grandchildren and me, with a note about what’s been going on in our lives. Today was one of those days. (Phone calls can be a bit of a crap shoot over whether Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde will answer.) This mailing included prints of my Facebook postings about the family’s medal-winning martial arts success of late.
Perhaps that will give the curmudgeon something to smile about. It made me smile this morning just to think it might….
Middle-Aged Martial Arts Mom 