My Dad Is A Robin

I know this sounds crazy and if you know me it pretty much adds-up. If you don’t know me… welcome to my crazy world! 

When I was little, my Grandma Webb told me of Pennsylvania Dutch lore - when you see the first robin in Spring you lick your thumb, press it into your palm and pound it with your fist. I didn’t remember the reasoning (maybe good luck), but I’ve been performing this ritual ever since. In fact, I do it when seeing all robin’s just to be safe. 

In August, It will be two years since my dad passed. I cannot even believe it’s been that long or that he is gone. I’ve always been a daddy’s girl and I miss him every day. I talk to him all the time and while I know this sounds crazy, this devoted daughter will never stop. And yes, I laugh thinking about him too, esp. reciting his signature phrases. For example: “There are more horses asses in the world than horses.” was said a lot and dad, you were so right! 

Now back to the whole robin “thing.” 

Lately, I’ve seen so many robins hanging around and some of them not flying away when I walk near. It suddenly hit me… my dad is a robin and he is here! Believe me. I know it sounds coo-coo, but really, my dad is a robin.

Then I remembered my grandma’s robin ritual (which I confirmed with my cousin Becky), I did a little research on PA Dutch lore and when I read this, it all made sense: 'When robins appear, loved ones are near.' So, when you “stamp” a robin it will always be connected to you and also “stamping” a robin is said to bring good luck. My palm and fists are always ready! I will "stomp" every robin I see in my path.

Thanks for visiting, dad. Please don’t stop. 

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