My father’s secret. Part One. With the approach of Father’s Day, I often think of my dad. He has been gone now, 19 years. My life growing up with him was a mixed bag as he was a man who seldom showed his real or sensitive side. As a child, I was his diametric opposite, which in retrospect seems appropriate. After all, as a father myself, I am blessed with children (in particular a son) who is nothing like me. The juxtaposition that fate offered Dad, me, my daughter Mary, and my son Benjamin was an opportunity to grow and learn from each other. To adjust and allow a level of seasoning to our approaches hopefully aiding in proper navigation of the minefield of familial relations. In my case, especially as it relates to Dad, time and hindsight allow one to see the mistakes as opportunities and in turn, grow. Dad, unfortunately never seemed to embrace those openings presented to him.
My Father's Secret. Part One.
My Father's Secret. Part One.
My Father's Secret. Part One.
My father’s secret. Part One. With the approach of Father’s Day, I often think of my dad. He has been gone now, 19 years. My life growing up with him was a mixed bag as he was a man who seldom showed his real or sensitive side. As a child, I was his diametric opposite, which in retrospect seems appropriate. After all, as a father myself, I am blessed with children (in particular a son) who is nothing like me. The juxtaposition that fate offered Dad, me, my daughter Mary, and my son Benjamin was an opportunity to grow and learn from each other. To adjust and allow a level of seasoning to our approaches hopefully aiding in proper navigation of the minefield of familial relations. In my case, especially as it relates to Dad, time and hindsight allow one to see the mistakes as opportunities and in turn, grow. Dad, unfortunately never seemed to embrace those openings presented to him.