Some of my fondest memories were wrestling with my dad... racing him... running as fast as I could, hanging from his incredibly strong biceps, being flung into the air and, caught in his arms. He taught me to take risks, to challenge my safety net, and to even be reckless sometimes... These things are a bit outside of my nature and I needed his push to do things that were challenging.
Dad's have hard jobs, they have to go out in the world, compete in a sometimes ruthless and harsh world (and yes I know many women do too). But they summon up the strength and push forward defying all the critics and the all the forces that could, and often do, combine against them. Sometimes dads are riskier playing with their kids and sometimes we'd get hurt... but it was worth the risk. We survived and the experiences we gained were priceless. Sometimes men ignore risks and/or don't weigh all the possibilities of what could go wrong... but as a man working in a dog eat dog world... sometimes you have to slap on your big boy pants imagine that you're invincible, forget about the risks, and go for it. Sure it might be terrifying but that's the essence of manhood. And time and experience has proven to me that all those cliche phrases like man-up and take it like a man are well founded.
|I always compared my Dad to Popeye because I thought he had such incredibly strong forearms... Yet he was not one who encouraged us to eat our vegetables.|