What's
Father's
Day for
my children
is really
Children's
Day for me.
Our entire
relationship
and everything it heralds, is
transformed.
And yes, I really do mean
"transformed"
not "changed". It's not a trivial distinction. They're adults now.
They're no longer
children
- even though in a very real sense they'll always never
not be my
children.
Now that they've each passed their twenty first birthday, they're
responsible for their own lives, for their own
choices,
for their own
futures
- legally, morally, ethically, completely. The
relationship
they have with me today is that which they create
freely
and
newly
ongoingly. It's a
new era,
an
era
in which I'm no longer by default the great yet benevolent dictator
in the
relationship.
For the most part (with a couple of noteworthy "I
shoulda
known better"s) I've done the best I possibly could, getting them
to this point, the point when they must leave the nest for good.
Getting them out of the nest wasn't a task I particularly relished
(does any parent really relish this task when the time
to do it comes - as it
inexorably,
inevitably will?). Yet I knew (as any
parent
knows) if they're going to
master
the
wonders
(indeed the glories) of
flight,
it's required they get out of the nest and spread
their wings.
What's awaiting them when they get out of the nest and spread their
wings is
success,
accomplishment, reward,
thrilling
adult
love,
and their own
families,
and all the many great things life on
our planet
has to offer - which is to say all the opportunities they'll
create
for themselves in their lives. That's what I want for them. That's
what I'm rooting for. Yet as challenging as all that is, all that's
actually the easy stuff. It's likely they'll get some or most of it
just by being here, just by being
alive,
just by being
who they are.
They're great
kids.
They're good people. And I want to be there to
participate
in all their
celebrations
of all their successes.
What also awaits them, for better or for worse, are their own
trials, their own struggles, their own figuring it all out (or, if
they're smart, their own not figuring it all out).
They will learn. Man! they will learn ... and I'll be
here for them as often as they want me here. If I'm going to be any
good as a
father,
the crucial task is yet ahead: it will be to stay out of their
way as they go through whatever they'll go through in
whatever way they'll go through it as they take on and
master
their own lives. This is what the measurement of whether I got my
job done or not, will be: how prepared they are to
stand
for themselves and for their lives and for
Life itself.
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