My mom taught me a lot, but she shares the credit/blame (depending on who you ask) for who I am with my dad.
Once, when I was in elementary school, I climbed a tree while on vacation and watched my dad finish packing the car to head home. “Hey dad, do you want to see me jump out of this tree!?!?” I yelled.
“No William, I don’t. You’re going to…”
Before he could finish I leapt off the branch and flew…for a moment. Then gravity did its thing. I assume the end of my dad’s sentence was “get hurt,” and of course he was right. I broke my wrist and we ended up at the hospital for seven hours instead of on our way home. I expected my dad to be furious, but it was then I learned his motto – “If no one is going to die and no one is going to jail, relax. We can handle this.” Channeling my old man’s patience certainly helped raising my knucklehead puppy! Here are a few other lessons I am grateful to have learned from my pops:
Happy (early) Father’s Day to all the dads out there!