When I look back at my relationship with my father I realize that I spent 20 years trying not to be him and the last 11 trying to emulate him. Becoming a father has made me find his patience and I have come to realize the magnitude of what it means to be a father. I always thought when I was younger that he was more close-minded that I would have liked him to be, but as I have grown I realized that it was just a misconception. My father is an ordained minister, although he hasn’t been a preacher for some time. I always had this image of him in my mind as being very old fashioned and super-conservative. When I moved out to go to college, like so many college students my age, I decided to get a tattoo, or three. I hid the fact that I was inked for as long as I could. When he finally found out he reaction was more like an “Oh, ok” rather than the blow up and lecture I had been expecting. It made me realize that being a strict father doesn’t mean that you’re not a tolerant and accepting father.
September 1, 2010