I have 4 kids (20 y/o boy, 11/8/5 y/o girls). I’ve completely failed 25% of them (don’t have kids when you’re still a kid yourself). Jury’s still out on the other 75%, but I’m definitely improving.
My dad was a mixed bag. If he was around, he was amazing. But he wasn’t around much until I was 12 (parents were divorced for a decade, then got remarried; I know it’s weird). Thankfully, he was usually there when it mattered. The crossroads moment in my life was when I was 13 and wanted to quit football after about 2 weeks of practice. I was being hazed in practice (4-5 of the starters made it their business to ensure that I was either on my back or had my facemask in the dirt after every snap), and I just didn’t think I could get through another day. I thought it was going to last forever.
This was my second go-round with football; I “played” for two days when I was 8 and quit, because it was hard and I was not, and because my dad wasn’t there. My mom buckled then, because her baby was uncomfortable and crying, and she wanted to make it better. My dad was furious with her when he found out.
The second time around, he was there. Quitting was, quite simply, not a fucking option. He explained this to me, incredibly calmly, patiently, and gently. He also explained why those older, bigger, more experienced kids on the team were treating me that way. That they were testing me, and if I could just stick it out, I’d earn their respect. He agreed to give me the day off practice, as long as I promised to go the following day with no issues, while realizing that he would make sure I was there no matter what my thoughts on the matter were. I took the deal, then we went and played catch in the yard. The next day, I went to practice, no questions asked. I ended up playing for 10 years, all the way through college (only D3, but I did the best I could with the tools I was given).
Without a doubt, I would not be who I am if he hadn’t been there that day. So for all of his faults as a man, and as a human being in general, when he was there, he was an incredible father. I’ve tried to model myself after his example, while “doing the opposite” on the qualities he lacked (self awareness, money management, substance abuse, fidelity, “being around”, etc). I don’t always succeed, but I’m trying.