I haven’t written much about my brief time in Chicago. I’ve wanted to but have always been too busy, too tired or just too overwhelmed to make sense enough of it all that could be put into words. Being away from home and family is like that. You’re never whole. You’re always alone on a fool’s errand, or so it can seem.
Adventures almost never end as well as we dream, though there is wisdom to be plucked from every day.
So, tomorrow I’m going home to my family and tomorrow can’t come soon enough. Home and my loved ones are just about all I can think about.
But I have also thought about this a lot over the past couple of weeks and it is suddenly desperately important to me that I share it with my sons.
When I was fourteen or fifteen my dad was in Vietnam. He knew I was having trouble coming to grips with his absence, junior high, being a teenager and having the creeping suspicion that boys and girls are different and that it might be important to me someday. I was half-child, half-Martian. Life was confusing and difficult for me and I didn’t even know why.
Dad sent me a copy of Rudyard Kipling’s “If…” and these words became the guiding light of my life.
I pass it on here to my sons and theirs. Works for daughters, too.
Read it from time to time, take it to heart and walk tall. It’s a powerful philosophy that can allow you to have your head in the stars with your feet always safely on the ground.
IF you can keep your head when all about you
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, |
Welcome home.
I’ve always loved this piece. For years I carried in my wallet a slip of paper on which I’d typed the last four lines, for inspiration. Conveniently ignoring the fact that I am nobody’s “son.” If Kipling had thought about it longer, I’m sure he’d have come up with a good rhyme for “daughter” as well.
So beautiful and so much truth. We can’t wait for you to come home! We miss you dad!