Lately there’s been lots of talk about OLD SCHOOL BLOGGING.
Bloggers doing posts with random life questions or the ABC’s of life (?) and referring to it as OLD SCHOOL.
For me old school blogging is something completely different.
It’s a return to the days when blogging was my life laid bare. Everything hanging out for all to see.
Old school blogging is, for me, back when life was a less complicated.
I wasn’t married.
I had no child.
ahh the carefree days of the old school.
For me old school blogging is the most personal of blogging.
And today Im doing just that.
Today, more than anything, I’m living not blogging about life.
I’m thinking about this guy:
I’m appreciating how he has supported and encouraged me though SO MANY crazy, hair-brained schemes and endeavors.
(this was the year I *randomly* played the CYMBALS in band)
I’m pausing to be thankful for how he MADE TIME FOR ME.
I’m acknowledging how I, just like the Tornado, didn’t care about logistics—I just knew who showed up.
My dad always showed up.
Even when “showing up” entailed flying to Guatemala to help his daughter who was in a bit of a PANIC as a first time mom living solo in a country where she didn’t speak the language.
Even when “showing up” entailed crossing the country to come and help his daughter who was STRUGGLING in a new city.
As a solo parent.
It’s said you don’t appreciate your own parents until you’re a parent yourself.
I scoffed at that notion for a long time—but I’ve learned the hard way how, for me, it is 100% true.
It’s also said you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.
I’m still scoffing at *that* notion.
THANK YOU DAD.
For all that you did *and* for simply showing up.