|Larry and Berdeanna Plooster...five star parents.|
My mom and dad have always been there for me. Dad with his view that life isn't supposed to be easy, but a learning experience; and Mom with her unceasing love, support, and never ending words of encouragement. American poet Robert Frost said, "You don't have to deserve your mother's love; you do have to deserve your father's." I certainly felt that to be true in my upbringing, but it was a team effort with Mom and Dad. One needs their mother's love and support to brave the challenges of earning their father's approval.
As a fledging yuppy (or trying to be...) in a "new and foreign land" while also finishing my graduate degree, I am constantly finding myself saying, "Wow, Dad was right!" From the proper way of preparing certain French dishes and tying knots to choosing good media and being a professional in a difficult environment, the countless lessons my father instilled in me over the years are paying dividends today.
I was blessed with a great mother and father who made family their first priority, and I was surrounded by extended family, friends, and neighbors who have done the same. Yet here I sit, on the verge of being a quarter centenarian...childless. When I was a senior in high school, I had a solid roadmap for life. Among many things, it said that when I graduate from college at the young age of 22, I would be married and have 1.5 children. (It also said I'd be a nurse, drive a Cadillac, and be living in Pocatello). Oh how the tables have turned...
A few times a week, I take a walk from my apartment down the road to an outdoor mall to get some exercise and a little sun. Sometimes I'll take a textbook to read, or I'll stop in Barnes & Noble to buy a magazine. As I perch on the amphitheater-style steps overlooking the fountains, there are dozens of children running around the square. Their moms and dads stand back and gleefully watch their children be children. Occasionally a youngster will fall and scrap their knee, and run to their parents for a comforting hug. My heart just melts.
|One of the most important lessons my father taught me|
was the value of a good education...both a formal university
education as well as learning opportunities throughout life.
I come home each day to an empty apartment (ok, I do have roommates, but they are neither my significant other or children). During these disappointing moments of increased awareness of my longing for children, I feel as if my heart is about to burst...not from pain, but because I feel that I have enormous amounts of love to share and pour upon others, but no one to benefit.
About five years ago, I was told that I would hold many lofty and powerful titles upon this earth, but nothing would be more precious to me than being called "daddy." One day, right?
Today, especially, I am grateful for a father who has taught me so much throughout my life and encouraged me to achieve the best. I hope one day, with the eternal title of father, to be able to do the same.