I’m thinking about my dad this morning…and missing him.
My friend, Ellen, has told me a lot about her father. They seem to have a unique relationship in that she often says, “My Dad is my Mom and my Mom is my Dad.” By that she means that the “traditional” parenting roles are somewhat reversed in her family. Growing up, her father was a minister and she and her two sisters got moved around the country and the developing world spreading the word of the Lord and building schools, etc. Throughout this experience, Ellen’s Dad taught her things like restaurant silverware etiquette and how to dress like a lady. Maybe during that time, her mom taught her how to check for level and use a power drill, I’m not really sure.
Ellen lives really near me and we spend a lot of time together. We try to have coffee at least one morning each week and I know I…
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