When my Dad was a baby…

He was flying airplanes for the Air Force.

Ok.  He wasn’t really a baby.  But he started at 21 and I’m now at a point in my life, when 21 sure seems like a baby.  Especially when we are talking about flying jets.

My Dad’s military career was a huge part of my childhood.  But, it seems like this whole other life.  As though that might be some other man climbing into that plane.  But, it’s not. That’s my dad.

The parts of the military I remember are my Dad’s tidy uniform and his once sharp salute, softened by years of service.  I went to work with him one day in the Fourth Grade for a “Bring Your Daughter To Work Day” and it was the longest day of my life.  I sat in his office, watching meetings I didn’t understand, wishing I had brought more homework to do.  I’m sure I’ve seen the glamorous side of his military career, the side with my dad flying sleek aircraft, but I don’t really remember it. I do remember attending his last flight before retirement.  I stood on the runway, hot and sunny, trusting others that the plane overhead was being flown by my dad.  I remember wishing I had a snow-cone to eat.  A red one, specifically.

He never flies anymore.  He probably could if he wanted to, but he doesn’t seem to want to.  Puttering around the dirt roads of Vermont in his filthy car, raising his hand in a subtle wave at people driving by, seems to be more his style now.  It would seem his hot-shot days are over.  But I don’t think he sees it that way.  I’d guess he feels more hot-shot now than ever.  Living the sweet life.  Slow and quiet.  Retirement.

Life in the fast lane, er, open air space, ain’t all it’s cracked up to be, I guess.

Love you, Dad.

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I stopped teaching Kindergarten in 2005 to become the mom of two crazy boys here in Brooklyn. At first I thought being a stay at home mom meant that I needed to pour all my time and energy directly into my sons, but I realized somewhere along the way that being a rockstar mom meant not only taking good care of my boys, but also taking good care of myself. And taking good care of myself means pursuing something creative...just about everyday. I started Made In Brooklyn to motivate myself in my creative goals as well as share my work with others and perhaps inspire them in their own creative journeys.
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2 Responses to When my Dad was a baby…

  1. Cathy says:

    wow! what a great looking lad! great post.

  2. Kirsty A says:

    What a cool photo to have. Great layout

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