Three Wise men

 Choosing the title of my blog is the easiest part of the writing process for me. I am inspired to write, I don’t force myself to do it. What I’m feeling all of a sudden grabs the big metal knocker in my mind and says “Open up, I’m here!” As I’m thinking of all I want to say my mind is movin’ and groovin’ way faster than I can type, so I think of a title and poof, the words just start to flow. Maybe that’s my literary process or psychosomatic if not done in that order, who knows. It just works.

Now here’s the thing, I am only speaking for myself with what I’m about to say. I repeat, I am only speaking for myself. Everyone experiences life in different ways with different people, this is my way.

I wouldn’t say I was a daddy’s girl growing up or even now, I am my fathers only daughter. Pretty simple with no fluff. Serious father-daughter love right there. First born also on Father’s Day. Amazing if I don’t say so myself.  When I think of my father I think of strength. I don’t mean physically strong like the hulk, i mean in general, all around, strength. Knowing your dad has got your back, no matter what, even when he is straight pissed, is a pretty awesome feeling. 

Growing up I wouldn’t say my brother and I were super close. I was that older sister who would say “get out of the way!” as I was riding my tricycle or I was running him over. We were opposite in many ways, so many ways. Thinking about it I don’t necessarily like the fact we weren’t close, but like anything else in life, it lead us to the relationship we have now and have had for years. My brother, just like my dad, when i think of him I think of strength. Again, not the physical strength like Batman, just all around strength. Now don’t get me wrong, he’s still my younger brother and we go back and forth like anyone else, but it’s all in fun (most of the time lol). My brother hands down saved my life. I’ve said that so many times and no one will understand the capacity of how I say it, he just did. My brother will always have my back, no matter what. Without judgement, without hesitation and especially without showing any negative emotion even if he’s furious or upset. Believe me, he’s heard it all. 

Having two men in my life that I see as all around strength, as my Obi-Wan’s, again, that’s pretty fantastic.

So let’s discuss the third man, oh the third. They say that women fall for and marry men that are similar to their fathers. Sounds a bit creepy, yup, but it makes sense. Ya know, the Nature vs. Nurture and the “it’s how we grew up so that’s what we know” kinda thing. Well, as we all know, sometimes that isn’t exactly how things go. Sometimes we turn left and go in the polar opposite direction of what we know. Oh yes, and it makes room for some interesting stories! No need to get into how many times I’ve turned left, that would be a book in itself. 

So getting back to the third man, well, he will complete the trifecta. The word “trifecta” has been very meaningful to me over the years. It stands for things being complete, solid, and foundational. It represents my work, my studies, my family, my friends, my life.

So this third man, he is a rock, the one that defines “women marry men that are like their father.” This third man is a piece I am missing, the strength I don’t ever have to doubt as my other.  This third man has convictions about love and loyalty just like I was raised and surrounded with. This third man provides peace of mind without having to be reminded. This third man, just like the first two, will always have my back. I look forward to this third man standing next to me holding my hand. This third man is the last and my forever. 

Im not saying these three wise men are perfect, they have dents and bruises, they’ve made mistakes, they’ve lived and keep on learning. These three wise men, most importantly, all love. 

They are the three wise men I am grateful and blessed to have in my life.