A Gift of Prophecy
Sunday, June 18th, 2006I was blessed to be granted two wonderful, loving parents: my mom who is always supportive and enthusiastically cheers me on, and my dad who passed away in 1994. With today being Father’s Day, I find my thoughts drifting to him.
All parents have dreams for their children, but my dad’s bordered on prophetic.
When I was young, I spent a lot of my time at school daydreaming, as noted on most of my elementary school report cards. This seeming lack of focus may have concerned some parents, but not my dad.
Like it was yesterday, I remember him saying, when I was about eight years old and appearing a little too quiet and distracted, “It’s okay — she’s thinking. She’s going to be a writer.”
Perhaps his remark turned out to be a simple self-fulfilling prophecy (yes, I took an introductory psych. course) — perhaps hearing that, coupled with lots of encouragement from both parents over the years, gently steered me into the profession I have (and love) today. But I like thinking it was all something more than that, something magical. Wherever the power of that message came from, it was a gift that helped guide me.
Thanks for believing, Dad.
June 24th, 2006 at 8:27 pm
That’s very nice and sweet. I guess parents are there to guide us children with their words.
June 24th, 2006 at 11:03 pm
Hi Steph!
I agree. I think parents are definitely big influences in our lives.
Thanks for checking in,
Cuileann