Showing posts with label parents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parents. Show all posts

Saturday, June 17, 2017

I Learned from my Father

      Lately, my house has been a frenzy of graduation prepping, picture taking, formal ceremonies, and congratulatory parties. I am blaming all of this wonderful craziness for allowing Father's Day to sneak up on me. So here I stand on the threshold of Father's Day, realizing I have yet to write down any personal thoughts. No better time than the present.

     It seems to me that much of what we gain from a father—what we learn from him—comes through observing the way he lives his life. What I wrote two years ago I still believe to be true.


"The greatest lessons I learned from my father didn't come from lectures or discipline or even time spent together. What has stuck with me is his example. From watching, I chose whether to be or not to be like him."
Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway


     Example is a mighty teacher, but that was not all my father offered me. He was good for words of advice that fell from his mouth more than once. One of his top maxims helped solidify my self-confidence at a young age: "Do your best and nothing less." He told me this when I first started school, and I took those words to heart, believing on some internal level that it was my duty. As a result, I put forth my best effort in school and in developing budding talents. That full effort to "do my best" made my accomplishments more impressive than they might have been otherwise. In the process, I earned compliments and recognition that bolstered my developing confidence. Thanks to my father, I have seldom considered any goal above my ability to achieve.

     Another repeated word of advice I heard often was "Don't waste your time worrying about what other people think of you. So long as you can look yourself in the eye every morning with a clear conscience, that's all that matters." I will admit, criticism and praise both affect me. Words have that power over most human beings. But this advice from my father did help develop a most unique and useful ability. I take criticism and hold it apart from me like a book which I read and evaluate and then toss aside if my own opinion differs. Likewise, I have learned to treat praise in a similar manner, appreciating kind words but then setting them aside rather than internalizing what might puff up my ego. My father taught me to form my own opinions and to be true to them. People will enter and exit my life, but I am eternally stuck with me. So, as Shakespeare declared, "To thine own self be true." I do not mean in an egotistical or selfish manner, rather showing sincerity and goodness to oneself. The same as you show to others.

     I recall one day coming home from work—one of my first jobs after high school—and grumbling to my father about how difficult the work was and how my boss wanted a greater amount of production from me than I felt able to give. I wanted to quit. And why not? I was unhappy. The job was a menial position that could easily be replaced by another. Why return to more days—weeks—months of having to endure criticism from a grumpy boss? My father set the bar for me at that moment, one I would sustain for the rest of my life. He said, "You don't quit. Struggling at work, being unhappy, feeling disliked, enduring rebuke, or any other hardship that might come along is no excuse to quit. You get in there and you work hard. You make yourself reliable and teachable and available. And after all of that, if they fire you then fine—they fire you at your best. But you don't quit."

     So I went back to my lousy job and did as my father said. I worked hard. I learned to move faster. I found ways to make better use of my time. By the end of that year, my grumpy boss promoted me to assistant supervisor overseeing the other workers. I was given the task of scheduling hours and granted the power to fire and hire employees in certain positions. My father taught me that rewards do come to those who stay the course and endure well. You don't quit.

     There are many other things I learned from my father, other words of advice that helped shape my character. I won't list them all. I think I turned out alright by him. So I would like to say "Thank you, Dad" for the valuable lessons. I love you and wish you a very happy Father's Day.






Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Parents Want For Their Children


I was sitting with my family in a crowded restaurant when the subject of conversation turned to monetary issuesthings of ample cost like cars and homes and technological gadgets and fancy eating establishments.  I couldn't help but chuckle at some of the extravagant 'wants' voiced aloud at the table.

That's when my youngest son piped up, "I'm going to be rich when I grow up and buy all those things that I want. You'll be proud of me!"

My husband murmured something about having a lot to learn.  I thought for a moment, wanting to be sure that all of my sons understood why I, as their mother, would look upon them proudly.  So I spoke up.

"It isn't wealth or riches that good parents are concerned with.  When it comes to being proud of their children, what parents truly care about is whether or not they grow up to be..."

But before I could voice what I would've deemed the obvious answer, a string of responses were tossed out from people sitting around me.
"...a hard worker," someone finished.
"...self-sufficient," replied another.
"...a responsible adult."  
"...a college graduate."  
"...a happy individual."  
"...a capable and dependable contributor."

It was then that the truth struck me in a way I had not fully realized before.  Of course I knew that we as humans vary on the subject of values, but I guess it never hit me that the range was so broad until that moment.  We all hold within our cupped hands something valued most
something we protect and cherish.  But what each person esteems of greatest worth is not at all the same as that of another.  My treasure is truly not yours.

As I wrapped my mind around these diverse answers to the simple comment I had begun, by youngest son leaned in to ask me, "What were you going to say, Mom?  What do you want me to grow up to be?"

I smiled and told him.  "A good person."
"Oh."

“You will realize one day that all the money in the world cannot buy you happiness. Nor can it make you a person of good character. ”Richelle E. Goodrich