We parents feel a crushing
obligation to fill up our schedules
with our kids’ stuff. We run ragged
chasing our kids from soccer game to
karate practice, piano lessons to
birthday parties, play rehearsals to
school field trips. We feel as if we’re
not being a good Dad if we don’t
engage in the chase. The sense of
“ought” is seismic in its intensity.
There’s nothing wrong with any of
these things, of course. They can be
fun for us too. But I believe it is more
important to bring our kids into our
world. It’s there that they learn the
skills they need to thrive in
adulthood.
These are the kinds of things I hear
from the young guys I spend time
with:
“How can I teach my son how to fix a
leaky faucet or build a fence when I
don’t know how to do it myself?”
“My Dad loved to fix up old cars. I
wish he would’ve taught me.”
“I have no idea what it means to be a
man.”
I feel for these guys. They feel ill-
equipped. They can never quite
shake a gnawing feeling of
inadequacy because they were
rarely invited into their Dad’s world.
The realm of a man. The world in
which they’ll spend the majority of
their lives.
It would’ve been better had their
parents required them to do grown-
up things well before they were
grown. They may not have liked it at
the time, but these guys’ll tell you
that it would’ve better prepared
them for adulthood.
A Vivid Memory of Time Shared with
My Dad
My parents were divorced when I
was young, so I didn’t live with my
Dad. But I couldn’t wait to see him
on the weekend. He’d take my sister
and me out to eat or to the bowling
alley for a few lines. Sometimes
we’d play catch in the back yard or
pitch horseshoes. But far and away,
my fondest memory was the day I
helped Dad build a deck on the back
of his house.
He showed me how to use a post-
hole digger. We mixed concrete in
the wheelbarrow. We set the posts
and fastened the trusses. I
measured, he cut. I held the boards
in place, he nailed them. He taught
me to save time by cutting all the
treads at once. Much quicker than to
cut one, nail it, and then head back
to the saw horses to cut another
board.
I watched him think and plan his
work. And thanks to an errant swing
with a 16-ounce claw hammer, he
taught me a couple of new words
that Mom never taught me. When
the day was done, we stood atop a
beautiful cedar deck where just a
few hours earlier there’d been none.
Dad popped the pull-tab on a PBR
and I drank a Coke as we admired our
handiwork.
Dad brought me into his world that
day. For me, doing these things with
my Dad made me more of a man. I
was richer for it.
Finding the Right Balance
I’m not suggesting we don’t spend
time doing things our kids want to
do. Just not at the expense of the
other. So, how do you find the right
balance?
Here’s an idea: for every hour you
spend doing things your kids want to
do, require them to spend an hour
doing things with you…even if they
don’t want to. And here’s the kicker:
they must do it without complaining.
Have them help you in the yard. Take
them to your parents’ house — not
to get spoiled by the grandparents
— but so that they can help you
clean their gutters. Have them tag
along as you run to Home Depot.
Crack wise and sing songs. Take
them to your buddy’s house and tell
them that as long as you’re there
they can’t beg to leave every few
minutes. Let them see how adults
have a conversation.
It’s a cliche, I know, but nevertheless
true: a parent’s job is to raise adults,
not kids. Kids learn how to be an
adult when they are required to do
adult things. And there’s no better
person to guide them than you.
(Note: this is not about how some celebrity do introduce their kids into adult sexual behaviour in the name of fashion!)
Originally published: Blue Handle Channels culled from goodmenproject.com
edited.Your views and thoughts are most welcome...
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