This post is inspired by Janet Wong’s poem “Dad” from Good Luck Gold.
My father is like a loyal Labrador – a great guide in life. A best friend, hard working, strong, a protector.
My mother is like a domestic house cat – aloof much of the time, but when you get that “purr” of attention, your heart soars from being in her undivided sights.
My husband is like an armadillo – having built up armor over the years, he’s an incredibly hard worker. Underneath, if you are lucky enough to get him to let down his guard, there’s a soft and vulnerable side to him.
My older son is like a sloth – surprisingly speedy when necessary. Strong body – slow and steady to accomplish his goals.
My middle son is like a Tasmanian devil – small and growing more solitary with (teen) age. Constantly active, capable of surprising speed and endurance. A whirlwind of a child.
My daughter is like a cheetah – fast, a survivor, beautiful, graceful, and sometimes a little illusive.
I wonder what animal they would pick for me?