This Saturday I will do something I have never done
before. I will stand by our son, Tyler,
as the best man at his wedding. Pretty
cool!
Weddings create reflection for every parent. Where did the 28 years go? It seems like yesterday that I was holding
him for the first time. Memories have
been bubbling up like a mountain spring the past few weeks.
I will always remember the look on his face when he realized
that the fly he was casting toward fish in Lake Burton was hooked in his jaw. He was 6 at the time. It was our first
father-son visit to the emergency room.
There would be more.
I first saw his inclination for all things athletic when he
and I went rock climbing in the Pisgah Forest in Brevard, North Carolina. It later showed up on the soccer field and
finally found a home on the football field, where Tyler continued playing
through college.
A highlight will always be our spring break roller coaster
trip across central Florida. When Tyler was 13, he and I spent his entire
spring break riding every roller coaster between Universal Studios and Busch
Gardens! It was a chiropractor’s
nightmare and a father’s delight.
Maybe the big highlight for dad was the senior trip to France
- just the two of us. Ten wonderful and
magical days split between Paris, Normandy, and Monte St. Michele. Instead of hotels we chose bed and breakfasts
in chateaus built in the 1500’s. Lunch
was always the same – a new baguette, cheese, grapes and occasional slices of
beef. But the location of lunch was
always a treat; the Eiffel Tower, a bench outside of Notre Dame, a wall outside
of Monte St. Michele.
There was lots of conversation, and also lots of
silence. Both were wonderful. Hiking to top of Monte St. Michele, walking
silently through the cemetery at Omaha Beach, laughing when I meant to say
“goodbye” leaving a pub only to be told that I said “hotel.”
Then the memories turn to games - dozens and dozens of
football and soccer games. For twelve
years we were there - standing on the sidelines, sitting in the stands,
organizing parents, celebrating after a big win, and embracing after a hard
defeat.
The more I think about it, I realize that I have stood by
him before, just not at a wedding.
That’s what we do as parents. We
are there; standing, sitting, cheering, laughing, and, at times, crying - being
present in their lives as they grow.
It is their job to grow.
Our job is to walk beside them, pick them up occasionally, lead them,
and at times let them lead us - the whole time taking the journey together.
Thanks, Tyler, for the opportunity to walk beside you
again.
by John Brantley
by John Brantley
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