My Dad was hardworking and loyal to our family. He took care of us for many years under the most trying circumstances. He wasn’t a very emotional man except when we got in trouble. I do remember playing games in the car with him as we waited for Mom to come out of the grocery store or putting up the pool every summer. There are many good memories, though many others have eluded me.
I now have a son of my own who is full grown, married and successful in every way. I am so proud of the man he has become. He is brilliant, I tell him I love him and kiss him on the cheek when we have to go. We hug, we talk about life and what’s going on in each of our lives. We rant about totally stupid stuff and just laugh. Anyone who is witness to this may find it a little obnoxious but we have a blast. I guess we kind of act like buds when we’re together.
But as odd as it may sound, I’m struggling to understand how he feels about me as a Dad. I know how I felt about my Dad and honestly, I would prefer he think a little differently of me. Either he thinks of me as a good man and loving Dad or there’s this whole “Cats in the Cradle” thing happening and I totally screwed it up.