Swing
As the habit of playing catch with my boys in the backyard after work began to wane, I looked around for a replacement. Driving home from Hughes Aircraft for about an hour every workday left me keyed up and anxious for a period of time. A 3’ cushion of distance from the car ahead of me for a solid 45 to 60 minutes caused me to be somewhat unsettled as I drove into our driveway. Additionally, being greeted at the door with some form of ‘guess what your child did today’ left me with extremely little time (about 15’ of the walkway to the front door) to decompress from the rigors of the day and don the ‘hat’ of a parent and father for the engagements of evening hours. Little wonder that I found that I needed a brief respite from the previous 10 hours of the morning and afternoon. Before I dutifully shed my workday attire and symbolically donned the casual attire of a church calling or active father, I found I needed about a half an hour to extricate myself from the cares of a computer scientist (with a multitude of cares in the workplace) before I inserted myself into the cares and needs of a father, addressing the apparent and immediate concerns of children and home. If I did not have this brief but important ‘break’, I found that I did not as readily shed workday concerns and elicit family responsibilities. Additionally, if I merely sat down to ‘catch my breath’, I somehow engaged the demand(s) of wife and children better. Apparently, a father who appeared to be idle was idle; and therefore, fair game to encumber with what must’ve seemed demanding needs for help and assistance. Because my work was very cerebral and did not enjoin the physicality of their activities, those at home assumed an unmoving father was an available father. Where the ideas and plans that somehow materialized from thin air came from was a mystery to all - but me. They must’ve emerged magically while wife and children were asleep. Regardless of their obliviousness toward cerebral work, my energies and application toward fatherly duties would be best served with a brief but valuable break following the long drive home.
As I looked around for a ‘playing catch’ replacement, I cast my eyes upon my delightful daughter and her willingness to embrace whatever attention came her way when four older brothers naturally vied for consideration. I would thoroughly enjoy a regular time period with her and listening to her observations of the world surrounding her. However, I knew that any attempt to engage regularly in tea party conversation would eventually turn cumbersome and woefully expire. No, she and I needed an activity that we could both look forward to and enjoy together for an invigorating time period each workday evening. As the parameters of this pleasant time began to emerge, they came to rest on a somewhat idle swing in the corner of the back yard. We would swing in the back yard! Without further analysis, I invited my young daughter to accompany me to the swings of the backyard. We would utilize the swing closest to the sandbox as it seemed to be her choice.
She would enthusiastically embrace the gentle ‘back and forth’ of childhood swinging with her legs extending and retracting at each oscillation. Delightfully, she’d announce her activities of her earlier day with the exuberance of a captivating young girl. I would stand behind her, relishing her enthusiasm, energy and cheerfulness; while swinging her with a hand on her swing’s chain; and a mind exhilarating in the sweet tenor of her voice. This was a truly delightful way to breakup my day while soaking up the spirit and essence that was my cherished, beloved daughter. Captivated by her soul, I could not help but love her with the devotion of a listening father, loyally pushing her swing as she unloaded her treasured events of the day.
Discovering such a delightful activity to lift my own soul in preparation for the demands of the coming evening; my cherished daughter and I engaged in swinging her on a relatively daily basis for a number of months. The treasured hours with her as she expressed the feelings of her soul were golden to me and are remembered to this day as a genuine pearl of that time. She did not - could not - recognize her perfect soul’s expression of youthful enthusiasm to her work-weary father as he repeatedly pushed her in her swing. The joy and worth of a pleasant and lovely daughter to a knurled, crusted father cannot be measured. Her warm, inviting embrace as he nestled her in burly arms, naturally reminded him of the gem he held and the blessings she unknowingly brought to his overburdened life! She was and is a blessing beyond words!
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