What I learned from Dad
Life has a way of altering what one currently thinks with the way it was “back then.” Reflecting on this Father’s Day I thought I would express a few things I learned from dad.
- What needed to be done had to get done regardless of whether you knew how it could be done or even when.
- I played ball for dad’s baseball teams. He always expected me to put forth more effort than anyone else on the team. It did not matter that I was better than anyone else or not, most often I was not. Dad knew what I was capable of doing and if I did not do it, he let me know.
- You play or work when you’re hurt. In the early 70’s I was on dad’s team. During a game I received a hair-line fracture above my ankle. I rolled on the ground in pain. We did not know it at the time, however, that it was a fracture. I hobbled around for a couple-three weeks (I think). Dad was aggravated and thought I was being a “sissy.” Dad was mistaken in his approach to this, but I learned a great lesson – one has to be tough and play (work) through things that are constraining.
- There is a difference between a woman and a lady. A lady is to be treated with respect above measure and given all due deference. She is to be protected and honored above all. A woman, on the other hand, is treated like a man: with kindness, propriety, and respect, but not the same as one treats a lady. Even today I make that same distinction.
- Dad was plain-spoken. He could be brutally honest, but tactfully clear. He was not long-winded. He took few words to say what needed to be said.
I suppose a child will take something of their parent (or parents) and mold it into who they are today. I did, and these are some of the things I took from my dad. He died in 1987; I was 27. How our daughters will look at their dad I can’t say, but this is how I remember some of what he had done to teach me.