I remember “Friday Mom.” And, I remember “Friday Dad.” Memories etched vividly despite their passing. Their divergent paths after their divorce, leave me with contrasting, yet warm recollections of Fridays.
Both were masters of their craft: one, a seasoned news reporter and radio station manager for over four decades; the other, a prolific author and leadership coach for three decades. They epitomized dedication, perhaps teetering on the edge of workaholism, yet driven by an unwavering passion for their crafts.
Dawn summoned my father, tasked with delivering news at the early morning hour of 5:30 AM. Throughout the day he would orchestrate the station's affairs, and engage as an on-air personality. Evenings saw him attending various governmental gatherings, a relentless pursuit of information dissemination.
My mother, too, embraced the early hours, immersed in client work and workshops while often traversing for business ventures. Her weekly routine, a Monday departure and a Thursday return, rendered Fridays a somewhat rare rendezvous at home.
I find myself introspective with the subtle echoes of my parents' legacies, sometimes unknowingly continuing certain traditions of theirs. Saturdays continue to herald a grand breakfast affair, a nod to my father's rare indulgence on Saturday, a custom now shared with loved ones.
Fridays, however, held a distinct allure. Despite residing separately from us during my childhood, my father's punctual arrival at 5:00 PM marked the commencement of our weekend ritual. A trip to the local video store for VHS rentals preceded dinner outings, a cherished luxury for my brother and me. His inquiry about where we should dine out is a testament to his paternal warmth and openness to embrace even an eager, 5 year olds requests.
Fridays with my father were a sanctuary amidst the chaos of blended family dynamics, offering respite and freedom. Decades have passed since his departure, the memories linger as a poignant reminder of the potential of Fridays.
More recently, my mother passed, leaving me on a journey of remembrance and introspection. Her transition from corporate attire to casual ensembles on Fridays embodied a shift towards relaxation and anticipation of the weekend's embrace. I can still remember the jeans, sneakers, white shirt, and lavender hoodie she would wear. A radically light and airy look from her business suits. There was an ease and freshness about her. An excitement for a day of less stress, of being “home based,” and an entry point into the weekend.
Reflecting on my years working alongside her, I recall her spontaneous whims on Fridays, beckoning us to abandon routine for impromptu adventures. She might say abruptly, “What are we doing!? It’s Friday? We shouldn’t be here - let’s go on an adventure!” These leisurely afternoons, punctuated by visits to local farms, shops or quaint eateries, epitomized the essence of winding down and spontaneity.
I write all of this and share with you, because I want to encourage you to find your “Friday You.” Often in my writings and speaking, I am preaching to create a space for celebration and praise. Creating a “Friday You” is like that. It is a time to reflect on the past week, and give your body and mind a time to wind down.
For those with children, recognize the profound impact of embodying your "Friday You," imparting a legacy of balance and spontaneity. As you navigate your leadership journey, consider the significance of fostering a culture that celebrates moments of respite and reflection.
Embrace the magic of Fridays, the anticipation of weekends yet to unfold, and the gentle descent into relaxation. Whether it's leaving work early or indulging in whimsical adventures, cultivate a "Friday You" that nourishes your soul and inspires others.
I hope you get a chance, especially those of you with children, to show the other side of you on your Fridays. I dare say, the world needs more Friday Yous than any other day.
Have a great weekend!