Not a Natural
I realize that I talk about my grandchildren a lot (partially because I
have a lot of them - 13) I never intended to be a caricature, the old
man with white hair who goes on and on and I probably haven't reached
that stage yet, but I need to be careful. Every dance recital, rugby
game, horse show and graduation give me something to share with the
world.
I look back at the kind of father I was, and I wish
I'd been a better one. I wasn't a natural at it. I got frustrated too
easily and I wasn't known for my patience. But I love my kids and they
love me back. It's a gift they give me. We communicate in some form or
fashion every week, by text, phone call or email. One daughter lives in
Fairbanks, Alaska, the other in the North Carolina piedmont. My son
lives in Austin.
My wife also has two daughters, and they
have kids, and I am just as attached to them as I am to my other
grandchildren. Three of those little ones live nearby and they are my
closest connection to hugs and kisses. They are the ones who spend
nights at our house and knowingly demand pancakes for breakfast the next
day. All these treasures, scattered around the country as they are, make
me feel gratitude every day. Wait until your turn comes. You'll feel it
too. And, if you aren't fortunate to be as blessed as we are, come see
me some summer when they are all here and I'll share with you for a day.