1. Food is a funny thing. It doesn’t matter and it does. You must eat but the last thing on your mind is chopping onions and mixing yogurt. And yet- there is only so much Panera and Pizza Hut one can eat. [Is it possible to get sick of Panera? Never thought it could happen, but I’m reaching the tipping point]. When I used to make meals for friends going through a crisis I thought it was more for me than them- me doing something, anything, to help in a small way. Now I realize how valuable such assistance is. It’s just one less thing for someone to think about. And I’m bringing by food tonight is better than If you want me to bring food don’t hesitate to ask. Because people hesitate. People won’t ask.
2. Though my mother has made enough food to feed a small nation I found myself in the grocery store today purchasing fixings for fajitas. Where will we fit all these things my mother asked watching me unload peppers, onions, salsa and sour cream. I don’t know. I just know that when my aunt had open heart surgery I made fajitas. And she liked it. And she got better. And while I know fajitas are not good luck charms in any culture or faith- similar circumstances seemed to merit similar food so I went with my go-to food for open heart surgery [And its a little sad to have a ‘go-to’ food for open heart surgery].
3. When I passed the bar exam I sent my dad this mug. Considered taking it with me to the hospital to put amongst the flowers, balloons and get well cards:
Except I worried his doctors might not find it quite as amusing.
4. My car side mirrors got busted a few years back and I’ve since mastered the art of a good over the shoulder glance. My father is unimpressed with my mastery and has for years admonished me at each opportunity to get my mirrors fixed. The morning after surgery I sat down across from him, held his hand and leaned in as he moved his mouth to speak, I’ve spoken with your mother and your brothers will be taking your car to my mechanic to get the mirrors fixed- no questions or debate. When these are your father’s first words after surgery you know that a) he’s going to be okay and b) saying no is not an option. Check. Mate.
5. And the kind of dad whose first thought after a triple bypass surgery is this is the perfect opportunity to convince my daughter to get her car mirrors fixed– is the kind of father you know you are damn lucky to have in your life. The only way to repay him is to be the best parent to my son that I can possibly be.