Tomorrow is Father’s Day, (as I am writing this). Two days ago my new daughter-in-law sent me a couple of nice cards and a drawing from my grandson. I had not yet realized until the cards came in the mail that Father’s Day was around the corner. Katherine’s, (my daughter-in-law), note inside the ‘father-in-law’ card was very nice and I appreciated the kind words.
I’m not quite sure how old I was when I realized I wanted to be a dad, but I was young. I’m guessing I was in tenth grade, early high school years. Since first grade, I pretty much always had a girlfriend, (read me), so I’m guessing that says something about me. Perhaps it says I need relationships or maybe it says I need a constant 1:1 relationship, like a marriage. I just know that at some point in my life, I always knew I would get married and I always knew I would be a father. I wanted to be a good dad and I’ve always been an observer, always trying to learn – both from good role models and from poor ones. Many a time can I remember some shitty thing my own dad had just done and thinking to myself that things will be different with my own kids. I guess that’s a common thought – repairing the sins of our fathers. Continue reading →
I think I first learned to be generous from my very first childhood friend, Timmy. My parents had moved from Fairfield, Ohio to Goodman Ave in Hamilton when I was 4 years old. I lived immediately across the street from Timmy, he and I were the same age and we were in the same classes from Kindergarten through Second grades. From Tim I first learned the true meanings of loyalty, dependability, friendship and how to give. Much more about Tim in another story, but for this one I wanted to mention Tim’s giving nature. Through fourth grade until my parents moved to Prytania, we were peas and carrots. Tim treated me as a brother. Tim was a tough little fighter and he would take on anyone who attacked his friends. Timmy was his mom’s ‘little man’ and was showered with any toy he ever wanted. I would go so far as to say that he was a bit spoiled by his mom. But Tim was not stingy – he would share with everyone and especially with me, he always made it clear that I could have anything I wanted. If we went to Highland Park Dairy, (as we often did), Tim would typically have some change and that meant I would have change. My early takeaway from Tim was that if you had something and your friend did not, you shared. It was a simple lesson and it’s one I try to continue to emulate. Continue reading →