“Remember that your mama is a worrier and your papa is a warrior...” Sarah Kay.
I have often wondered how many times my mama worried about me. I know that when I was ill and almost died, she worried. I know that when I was in a car accident that could have killed me, she worried. I know that every time I brought home another girlfriend to meet her, she worried. But how many times did she worry when I was not aware of it? I will likely never know.
My papa was, in his own way, a warrior. But he was the type of warrior who would go to war to fight for a cause. He was not the type of warrior with stamina for life’s journey. You see, a true warrior to me is one that will not just protect you but will also do whatever it takes on a daily basis. A true warrior is the guy who will make 10,000 peanut butter sandwiches over the course of a lifetime for his kids’ lunch boxes, every day, for school, before going off to his job, like it or not, every single day because that is what it takes to keep a roof over his family’s heads and clothes on their backs and food on their table. He is not the type to complain about how much food his 10 year old son is eating because it costs so much to buy groceries these days. Instead he will marvel at how much his son is eating and the fact that he is a growing boy who will grow big and strong and be a warrior like himself on day.
There are not a lot of warriors I know these days. I am very grateful for the ones that I do know. These are the guys who don’t encourage their daughters to play hockey just so that they will have something in common with them when they get older, but who will attend ballet classes with their daughters because that is what interests them. These guys will encourage their daughters to be intelligent and strong and will encourage their sons to be loving and attentive. These are the guys that are my friends.