Today would have been my father’s 89th birthday. It doesn’t matter how many years pass, I miss him almost daily.
As it happens, this morning finds me in Laguna Niguel, I am here because I was invited by the YWCA to share my story at their annual conference for executives. Needless to say it is an honor to have been asked and on a lot of levels I look forward to this morning’s event.
When I woke up though the first thing I thought of was my dad. I can imagine the conversation we would have if I could call him. He was always enthusiastic about anything that his kids or grand kids were doing.
“Isn’t that just nifty that the YWCA has invited you to share your story! Lucky them!”
Lucky them. I chuckle as I think about his perspective, an undying confidence that whatever I had to offer would be great.
Alone in my hotel room where the ocean is stair steps away I think about the sort of confidence it takes to take the stage, open up your heart and share. Of course there are always nerves to wrangle in the first few moments, yet usually once I begin a sense of calm tends to take over. I am certain that part of that ease comes from having been raised with love.
Attitudes are infectious. I am eternally grateful that I had a father whose utter awe over everything he experienced was expressed.
I know I need to get ready… I have to shower, dress in something other than my jeans, review my notes and step into a mind set that will allow me to address a group that promises to be far in excess of
100. The word lucky is turning over in my mind…is it luck that I am alive today to share my story? As much as my dad loved the word, I really do not believe it is.
The love and support I have been given in my life time was given with intention. Today I am grateful for the countless people that have been by my side. And in particular this morning, I am reminded that the dad I had was such a gift.
Happy birthday Dad, I am quite convinced that if is at all possible you will be in the room today as I take the podium–an audience of one, cheering me on. And I find that alone is the fuel I need to walk through my day.