It is a fortunate son who was read to before bedtime. I don't remember that so much, I do remember playing board games with my father, who could laugh, play, enjoy and live life differently than my Auschwitz-surviving mother could.
It is a fortunate father who can read the beautiful and poignant memories that his son so well describes.
This Father's Day we all can pause to appreciate the unique qualities with which we were gifted from our dads. It is all in our hands: no matter from whose point of view, no matter from which perspective. We age, hopefully we still grow, and if we are very lucky we also get another chance to get it right, or at least better.
I did love reading with my children, not as many chances to read to my grands. Yet.
It is a fortunate son who was read to before bedtime. I don't remember that so much, I do remember playing board games with my father, who could laugh, play, enjoy and live life differently than my Auschwitz-surviving mother could.
It is a fortunate father who can read the beautiful and poignant memories that his son so well describes.
This Father's Day we all can pause to appreciate the unique qualities with which we were gifted from our dads. It is all in our hands: no matter from whose point of view, no matter from which perspective. We age, hopefully we still grow, and if we are very lucky we also get another chance to get it right, or at least better.
I did love reading with my children, not as many chances to read to my grands. Yet.