Yesterday was Father’s Day and like many of you, I took some time to reflect upon my relationship with my father.
There’s so much to share. One thing I am convicted of is to strive to live without regrets in the relationships of my lives. I don’t want to be on my deathbed – many years from now – with regrets over relationships that I can impact, influence, and invest – now.
Some reflections of my relationship with my father:
I love him immensely but never took the time or never learned how to express my love for him with my words. It was usually with my achievements.
“I love you”
But last summer, I finally managed to share with him how much I loved him. It took me nearly 39 years but it’s never too late.
A deeper appreciation
While I had my gripes, complaints, and issues, you gain a deeper understanding of someone when you find yourself in a similar role. While I still question some of the decisions of my parents, I am in awe of their commitment, sacrifice, and devotion and to this day, I ask myself:
How did they do it?
Aspiring to be like him
I admire him for the way he cared for us, for my mother; I admire the way he sacrificed so much to provide for the family – first through the US Army and then at his one and only job in the US as a self-educated engineer.
During my wedding, I shared with him and our guests that if I could just grow to be half the man he was, I’d consider myself a blessed man. I stand behind those words.
During my teenage years, I wanted so much to be apart from them. Now, I can’t wait for the next time to be with them. In fact, we’re trying to convince them to move to Seattle and to live either with us or close to us.
We want to be together and especially want them to be close to their grandchildren.
Fishing with my Father
My fondest memory with my father as a young boy was going fishing with him. Everything I know about fishing I learned from my father. But during my teenage years, I became too cool for my father and no longer responded to his invitations to go fishing.
I guess it’s for that reason that I try to fish as much with my father as possible. Every year,I try to take couple weeks to spend some time with my parents and to especially continue the fiery debate with my father:
“Who is a better fisherman?”
In truth, it doesn’t matter. Just to be with him is a great testament of God’s grace in our relationship.
But if I were honest, he’s the better fisherman. And here’s the video to prove it. It was stunning to see him survey the water, cast it in the perfect place, and carefully bring in this fish.