father’s day from far away

He’s 10,000 miles away tonight. When I finally get him on the phone, I’m a blubbering mess. After a week apart and two more to go, I didn’t yet want to wave the white flag of defeat, but it was such a tough day – too little sleep, too many messes, two little boys with cranky tempers and only one of me, all day long.

Eloquence fails when nerves run this raw: I suck at flying solo.

But the truth was, we’d had so many good days this week: such delight at summer adventuring with my boys, discovering new parks and playgrounds, meeting up with lots of friends to fill our time as a trio. Which is why the spiral downward – from a difficult morning to a disastrous afternoon to a don’t-ever-need-to-revisit-this evening – sank even deeper after enjoying such heights.

C’est la vie, of course, these rolling ups and downs, how life with littles whiplashes from one extreme to the next in a matter of minutes. I shouldn’t have been surprised.

And yet what did surprise me was how quickly his voice calmed my anxiety. How the sound of his sympathy made my whole body relax.

In two minutes he’d talked me off the ledge and back onto the solid ground where a bad day does not make a bad mother. In another two minutes he had me laughing so hard I almost dropped the phone and we started swapping stupid stories about our days, as if he were driving home from work and not working four oceans away.

A sub-par Father’s Day? Probably in most people’s estimations. We never managed to get him a gift or a card or even post a proud photo on Facebook to boast that he (along with everyone else’s dad, according to my scrolling feed) is The Best Ever.

But the simple truth is that the man lives the calling. He is father to my boys beyond my younger days’ wildest hopes of what a partner could be. Whenever I see the way other people notice it, too, that’s when I sit back and soak up the sheer grace of what choosing to love him has brought to my life and to the lives of our children.

He’ll often quote me the line from Fr. Hesburgh that the best thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother. And tonight in the smallest way, with a simple (ok, admittedly international, assuredly expensive) phone call, he did precisely that all over again.

Love spreads. His gives me more for them, for a better tomorrow.



If you’ve stuck around through the sap, you can treat yourself to theological musings on the subject: I’m blogging here in honor of the holiday – asking whether fatherhood is a relation, an obligation, or a vocation?

(Bet you can’t guess what I think.)

5 thoughts on “father’s day from far away

  1. Ginny@RandomActsofMomness says:

    Isn’t it amazing how a great day of mom-ing can quickly turn sour? … and how a bad day can be instantly transformed into a good one? I have that experience all the time. I love your word “whiplash” — that really is how it feels.

    And oh, what a beautiful ode to your husband! So sweet.

  2. HomemadeMother says:

    Oh I know how tough the solo days can be. Gives me a renewed appreciation for the double duty single moms (and dads!) pull every day. You are a wonderful mother and I know your boys will remember the good days this week and not the yucky day today!

  3. Michelle says:

    I wanted to ask since on another article you referred to your “parenting partner”… are you guys married? You don’t have to answer here, but feel free to e-mail me if you like. I’m Catholic and blog and have a daughter and a parenting partner, but we aren’t yet married. It’s rare for me to meet another mom in that position in our wonderful world of Catholic mom bloggers, so I thought I’d reach out 🙂

    Love and prayers,

    • Laura says:

      Hi Michelle, thanks for your note! So glad to “meet” here. 🙂 We are actually married; I just love the idea of a marriage as partnership so I refer to my husband as my partner a lot. Can’t wait to check out your blog!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s