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.
Tags: dads, fathers, ice skating, music of the night, phantom of the opera, sons
October 25, 2011 at 4:37 pm |
For me, it was when I saved him10% by switching to geico
November 15, 2011 at 4:28 pm |
Your father was proud of u for being at a figure skating competition? Your niece was thrilled to have u there!
And jas loves uncle Carl