Growing up, i was never really close to my dad. He had his ideals that he wanted me to follow and had the old fashioned mentality, that he was the man and so therefore nobody had the right to comment on his decisions. It as always his way or the highway, i on the other hand was more expressive and let life happened as it did. It turned into a lot of long lectures and the like, i don’t think i remember a single moment in my life where i actually spent any good times with him, he’s trying to make up for lost time now that i have a daughter. Basically, giving me ideas of how to raise her but i ignore 98% of it as he has no right, long story.
I wonder if god was listening because, earlier today i saw a father and a young boy sitting across from each other enjoying a picnic at a plaza. The father was passing his son a few pearls of wisdom and the boy watched carefully with a slice of bread in his hand, my dad never gave me such dedication so i was envious of the little young man there. I hope, that i will be able to pass on these thoughts to my daughter. So that she may learn patience and understanding as well, something like this can be applied through all of life.