Becoming SuperMommy with Poppa, 26 years ago and 3 years ago
I've been reading/hearing a lot of Father/Son stuff around the web for Father's Day, and I'm slightly bothered. I'm not a son, but I do HAVE a father. And I love him very, very much. And while I understand that the bond between a boy and his father is unique, so is the bond between ANY child and their father. And the bond between ANY child and their mother. And so I would like to pay tribute to my father, who has no sons, because he taught me so much about being a human being.
|Poppa and DD|
Things My Father Taught Me:
|Poppa went to Deep Springs College because it was the hardest to get into|
You have to keep very high standards. You cannot settle for less than you know you are capable of. No matter how comfortable a situation might be, if you are intellectually stagnant you might as well be intellectually dead. You must constantly challenge yourself to do things that are harder, that you have never done before. Because you never know whether or not you're going to be good at something until you try. And it is always more rewarding to be good at something hard than to be good at something you already know. Take pride in your work.
It's important to try new things. To have new experiences, to get yourself out of your element.
|Poppa in Amsterdam (picture by Aunt Genocide|
Never speak or act out of anger. You will always regret it.
You need money. But it doesn't buy happiness. It can buy lots of cool toys, the latest gadgets, and the opportunities to create happiness, but it does not actually provide you with real satisfaction. You can make money and you can lose money, but real happiness is not owning the car of your dreams, it's laying in a hammock in the sun with a good book and the sound of the wind in the trees. Real happiness is in moments with people you love, doing what you love, and no amount of money can buy that.
Learn to appreciate good food, especially good beer.
|Poppa with his friends at my wedding|
It's okay to have flaws. Be aware of them, but don't let them consume you.
Cultivate your quirks. They might make life difficult for you but they also make you memorable, they make you unique, and as you grow up they make you interesting. And interesting people are good company for everyone.
Never be afraid to say, "I love you." Also, cry freely and often. Laugh even more.
|A scene from my recurring nightmare|
Instead I'll just say that he's my dad, and that it's Father's Day. I didn't get him anything, even though he could actually use some neckties for once (so if you know of a good place to get a vegan necktie, let me know! He still has birthdays!). But what I got FROM him was all of my ideas about what it means to be a success.
What I got FROM him was gigantic host of neuroses, a set of complexes about what I have to accomplish in order to feel validated as a professional and as an artist, that I know I will never satisfy. Because my father has very large shoes to fill in that regard.
What my father taught me was how to be a different version of him. It's what every child learns from their parents. He also taught me a lot of what I know about being a parent. About rolling on the floor with my kids, and being ridiculous, and making sno-cones. And like the things I learned from my mother, I believe these are important things.
|Grandmommy, Poppa, M, me, and Phil Forsyth|