02/02/2026
One day, I tried to help unhook blue crabs from a fishermanโs net. I thought it would be simple. It was not.
The crabs were tangled, resisting, sharp, and heavy with the sea. It took time, patience, and careful hands just to free a few. In that moment, I saw what their daily work really looks like. Hard, slow, demanding, and often underpaid. They sell the catch for just enough to put food on the table.
That quiet struggle reminded me of the same hard work I saw from my late father.
Providing is difficult. Staying is difficult. And kids feel all of it.
They notice who shows up without being asked. They notice who disappears without saying why. Over time, they understand the quiet truth of who was there and who was not.
Being a parent is not about the label. It is about presence on ordinary days. It is about remaining even when it is inconvenient, tiring, or uncomfortable.
Children grow up seeing everything. Not with anger, but with clarity.
Time reveals things gently but completely.
In the end, nothing needs to be explained.
Love speaks.
Presence speaks.
I looked at the sky and said silently,
โThanks, Pa.โ