“Nature never taught me that there exists a God of glory and of infinite majesty. I had to learn that in other ways. But nature gave the word glory a meaning for me. I still do not know where else I could have found one. I do not see how "fear" of God could have ever meant to me anything but the lowest prudential efforts to be safe, if I had never seen certain ominous ravines and unapproachable crags. And if nature had never awakened certain longings in me, huge areas of what I can now mean by "love" of God would never, so far as I can see, have existed.― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
Single dads have essentially two vacation choices: their own vacations solo or take their kids. Or no vacation; three options. Here’s what made it easier, we already had laughter as a connection. My child’s lifetime of inside jokes already existed.
She had this stuffed animal that looked like a cross
between a bear and a pink pig, aka Pigbear. I’d play the part of Pigbear.
Pigbear, in squeaky voice: “ One time, when I swam across the ocean…”
Daughter: “You’re afraid of water!!”
Pigbear “ Right! Last week when I fell into the bathtub…”
Pigbear was a delusional and grandiose story teller. He’s soft and cuddly which made him quite the travelling companion.
I looked on these trips as crash courses. Though road trips
are a great vehicle for bonding this wasn’t my specific aim. I wished for the
daughter to catch three things: An understanding of vacation and rest, to
apprehend beauty and to glimpse God. If you get those you get me.
Beset by bugs in stagecoach and tent, sharing music, losing camera bags and patience, swimming in cold pools and natural hot-springs there
have been plenty of adventures! The kid is grown up and adulting now; setting
out on her own adventures. Now I get to glimpse her heart. A rich and
delightful privilege for a father! As
Pigbear might say, “One time, I created the greatest meme of all!” Life!”
