The rock, the attendant and the vanishing soul: how fathers progress

When I first started off as a father, I was like a climbing rock: durable,
constant, capable of bearing heavy loads.

As my children mature, I find I am more the attendant. I watch their
events, I monitor their behavior, I whisk away what is unwanted, be it
spiders, dirty dishes, tears, anxiety.

In time they will be independent. I will hover around, like a ghost, a
memory, reminding them of what is good in them and their past. I will be
there but not there.

This is the life of fathers.
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  • Oct 19 2011, 11:51 AM
    Aaron Kim responded:
    Good stuff, as always.
  • Oct 23 2011, 6:41 PM
    Bernie Michalik responded:
    Thanks, Aaron. And thanks to you - and everyone - that takes the time to read my posts, and better yet, comment on them.