The relationship between a father and a son is always a landmine of misunderstood expectations and things not said. It may seem like a “Cat’s in the Cradle” cliche, but the day when a father can finally look at his son and see a man can be life-altering.
I finally experienced that moment this past weekend.
We were at a youth figure-skating event this past Saturday, waiting for my niece to compete, when my father couldn’t quite place the music a skater was competing to.
My dad asked, “What is this song?”
I didn’t miss a beat as I responded, “‘Music of the Night’ from ‘Phantom of the Opera.'”
He didn’t say it. But I’m sure he’s never been prouder of me than he was at that moment.