My favorite thing to do with my Dad as a kid was to play wiffle ball. Either just he and I, or the ultimate experience when my cousin and his Dad or my Uncle Tiger would join. Baseball for our family was in fact a spiritual experience, as everyone of us loved it more than anything else it seemed and the experience of connecting with a line drive put over everyone’s head was a feeling of oneness irreplaceable by anything else. And the excitement in Dad’s eyes after he taught you how to do something that he took so much pride in, priceless. Then I thought this joy was what life was about.
Fast forward to my life now. Wondering what is my son’s equivalent? My daughter’s? From what I can gather, life’s greatest joy for me now, is watching my kids’ eyes light up when they learn how to do something awesome. And when I have helped them learn to do something I take so much pride in myself, we can harmonize in that feeling together.
My Dad has been so many entities to me throughout my life; father, friend, Coach, teacher, protector, provider, etc. And as I get older I realize that some of these roles will appropriately switch and I will have the opportunity to care for him. But I believe this transition won’t be so hard because above all else throughout all these years, my Dad has maintained his relationship to me as my Brother, and that is where I feel closest to him 💙