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skonen_bladesA lot of people bear their parents; love them in spite of their faults. See them as old and misguided but well-meaning. In all the parenting books, every man says that they have a scary moment when they’re talking to their child and their father’s voice comes out.
I do not fear that day. I welcome it. It hasn’t happened yet. I love the memory of my father. I yearn for the day when his excellent counsel comes out of my mouth and into my child’s ears. I miss his calm thoughts now. His voice has not yet taken up residence in my tongue and teeth yet and I don’t dread it moving in.
(I mean no disrespect to my mother. I have similarities with my mother and I welcome her advice when it comes to my daughter. I don’t mean to be sexist when I say that there is a difference between mothers and fathers.)
I wish to channel my father when talking to my daughter in matters of philosophy, creation, love, art and solitude. The glory of reading. The path of self-discovery that artistic endeavors reveal. I want to teach her to play the long game, not the short con. I want to tell her that the losing side is not always the wrong side. I want to her see into people and to know the value of listening to everyone.
I want to encourage her in her dreams, whatever they may be.
I feel as if I’m in stormy waters these days.
And I miss my guiding light.
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I do not fear that day. I welcome it. It hasn’t happened yet. I love the memory of my father. I yearn for the day when his excellent counsel comes out of my mouth and into my child’s ears. I miss his calm thoughts now. His voice has not yet taken up residence in my tongue and teeth yet and I don’t dread it moving in.
(I mean no disrespect to my mother. I have similarities with my mother and I welcome her advice when it comes to my daughter. I don’t mean to be sexist when I say that there is a difference between mothers and fathers.)
I wish to channel my father when talking to my daughter in matters of philosophy, creation, love, art and solitude. The glory of reading. The path of self-discovery that artistic endeavors reveal. I want to teach her to play the long game, not the short con. I want to tell her that the losing side is not always the wrong side. I want to her see into people and to know the value of listening to everyone.
I want to encourage her in her dreams, whatever they may be.
I feel as if I’m in stormy waters these days.
And I miss my guiding light.
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