Dear 4 Things My Dad Taught Me,
My dad and I did not have the best relationship when I (we) were younger. I guess this is typical for a lot of people, especially immigrant families. The generational and cultural gaps were big and it doesn’t help that I’m a stubborn jerk.
But the dude (dad) still found the moments to toss some wisdom my way. The following describes the few things I picked up when I was able to place my ego aside and actually listen to what the old man had to say.
Fight back. The tetherball rivalry with my third-grade classmate started getting mean. One recess I served him up real good in front of a decent-sized audience. He became angry and came at me. I’m not sure what happened but I remember Power Ranger-cartwheeling out of a headlock or something. He cried and ran away. I told my dad about this. He told me not to hurt people, but I’m allowed to fight back. He had my back and it was nice to know.
Be patient. The dude always tells me to be patient. That life is not a race. He reminds me there is a lot living to be done and there is no need to rush. I may be taking his advice a bit too literally right now. Whatever haha. Be patient.
Don’t chase money. Let money chase you. He should have taught me this when I was younger. What a jerk. He told me that paper should not make my choices for me. That I should pursue whatever I want and knowledge and mastery will take care of the rest.
Don’t get married. This has been a recent thing he’s been chirping to me. Not like I have a choice but at least I know he doesn’t feel the need to put that pressure on me. Sometimes he tells me he wishes we could trade lives. I tell him no. Haha.
It’s different now. It’s like we are friends. We golf, we laugh, we drink, we share. We have our moments but I like how we are right now.
Happy Fathers Day, Dad. You’re not the best dad. I’m a pretty terrible son. We make it work. That’s probably better than most people. Yea high five.