The Call Of The Divines

Dad has always been the 'ask your mother' type of father.

Any time there are any big decisions to consider, confusing dilemmas to solve - mother knows best.

And so when any rare time the final word would somehow fall onto his broad shoulders, he'd always freeze, always fall silent.

Before, I was always under the impression he just couldn't be bothered with the big choices. 

But now knowing him better, knowing him really… the life he lived… he rarely ever decides because he never ever had to decide… his whole life he's lived preemptively.

Dad searched around the barn for some guidance - and was met with only silent eyes gazing right back at him awaiting his answer.

Mine, especially. 

To put it bluntly, I busted my ass for this opportunity to have Mom get off hers and so to realize that it wasn't her that held the final say but that it was Dad all along, had me in bated breath and stare right here.