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My Father, Myself

January 22, 2014 by D. A. Wolf 4 Comments

By Curtis Thompson

When it comes to my father, I have regrets. I wasted so much time. I hurt him in ways I cannot take back. I allowed my ex-wife to separate me from my family, and consequently, my children from their grandfather.

Vintage photo young man 1960There is no recovering time that has been lost.

When I was young, both my parents worked, of economic necessity. I spent my time primarily with women – my maternal great grandmother, my grandmother, and to a lesser extent, my grandfather. I was about twelve when my grandmother and great grandmother passed in a very short period of time. The family seemed to crumble. My mother was devastated and my father, in his own quiet and kind way, supported her in her grief, but otherwise everyone dealt with their pain in isolation.

My only sibling was four at the time. I felt alone. I felt angry. I look back now and see this was the beginning of self-destructive behaviours that showed up in later years.

Just before my grandmother passed, our financial circumstances improved dramatically. So we moved to a more well-heeled location, we joined the swankiest private club around town, we traveled internationally, and I attended a good Catholic school. Of course this all required money, although as children, we’re oblivious to what things cost.

My father had always worked extremely hard. When I was very young, I suffered an illness that required medical care that my parents could ill afford. There was no insurance, but to pay the bills, both parents worked harder. Declaring bankruptcy was out of the question.

In this environment in which hard work was the norm, I wanted what was missing – my parents’ time and their approval. As the years passed, I wanted more: approval, achievement, and if possible, perfection. I pushed myself to accomplish a great deal that society views as success. And then I became involved with the woman I would eventually marry. She was the catalyst for my close call with self-destruction.

During the years in which my marriage faltered, my father was there for me – quiet and kind, understanding and patient. It must have been difficult for him to witness me succeeding in some aspects of my life and slowly destroying myself at the same time. I was a workaholic, I slept little, I was overweight. My father did not criticize though I know he was concerned. He believed I would resolve the issues I was dealing with, and come to my own assistance.

When I was young, I often made the value judgment that my father’s kindness was weakness. He was always willing to help family and friends – financially, through his own sweat, providing moral support, or welcoming others into our home. At the time and for years afterward, I took what he did for granted. My own path was more along the lines of the Gordon Gecko formula of success. I was driven by my personal demons and encouraged by my now ex-wife. People in the world I inhabited believed that lunch was for wimps, sleep was for when you were dead, and in their place – seek, plan, focus, work, achieve – then move on to the next goal.

While I was generally kind to others, I wasn’t kind to myself. My priorities were askew. I realize now I was driven by anger, still seeking approval, and still operating with a certain degree of self-destructive behaviour.

From the outside looking in, I was a success story. From the inside looking out, things were very different.

When I wasn’t working, I was with my children. I’m glad that I spent this time, but I should have done more. My ex-wife rarely spent time with us as a family, and people commented throughout the marriage. My response was always the same. To excuse her. In loving her, I excused too much. I mistakenly attributed behaviour to her childhood, which was marked by hurt and issues with addiction.

I was living in denial.

By my late thirties, I had chosen to give up the professional and financial holy grail, but to focus more on my family instead. I moved us to Canada, where my children would have grandparents. I wanted their involvement and influence in my daughters’ lives. For myself, I was hoping to refocus on what was important in life. I began expanding my reading – beyond professional sources. I read books on spirituality, books on personal development. But my wife was content with the way things had been – husband as super achiever, able to provide a certain lifestyle.

I had taken a job that would require fewer hours so I might focus on family, but she encouraged me to pursue more lucrative positions with longer hours.

I said no.

When it was clear there would be no more money for the material comforts she wanted, it wasn’t long before my wife was in the process of becoming my ex.

For 20 years, my sleep had suffered, I was overweight, smoking was my norm as was living with incredible stress. As I began to understand the full extent of my ex-wife’s choices and the trickle-down effect on my health, I began to put myself back together – getting in better shape physically, mentally, and spiritually. More importantly, today, I am focused on what truly matters.

Throughout these transitions, my father has provided emotional support – quietly, kindly, and without judgment. Even when I did things that hurt him, he never wavered. He stood by me. His actions speak louder than words, and I finally understand this on an emotional as well as intellectual level. His model of support has been constant, and the greatest gift of all, his kindness.

I have come to realize that kindness is perhaps the most underrated, uncommon, and unattainable trait in contemporary society. It should not be wasted on those who seek advantage (and will abuse it); it needs to be informed. My father’s kindness is a trait that I greatly admire.

I also realize that while kindness is seen by some as weakness, it is truly the ultimate strength. Kindness enables us to give unselfishly, without expectations, to assist another person. There may be a cost in terms of vulnerability, but what I’ve learned about myself – in part because of my father – is that while I aspired to be Gordon Gecko, I was really Bud Fox.

One of my great fears is that I have failed to instill enough kindness in my children. I hope my fear is ungrounded. I hope they have learned from watching me and listening to me, and that they possess a genetic predisposition from their grandfather.

My dad is older now. He suffers a slow moving chronic disease, and it will probably kill him. Seeing him this way hurts me as I remember the former farm boy, the professional, the man in his prime who was active, fit, and youthful. I am trying to make up for lost time. I want to make up for the pain that I caused. And I want to know him better as an adult.

These days, people typically consider me one of the “good guys.” It’s the way they see my father. And it makes me proud. I want my actions to speak louder than my words, as his always have.


© Curtis Thompson


Curtis Thompson is a professional, a world traveler, a student of the human condition, a former navel gazer, and now resides in Canada.


Part 3 in a series on father-son relationships.


Stop by and visit the series on mother-daughter relationships.

 

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Comments

  1. Tim says

    January 23, 2014 at 12:18 am

    I see myself here. Unaware of the trap of success. Unaware of the cost as the years go on. The now ex that expected me to keep going year after year despite stress-health issues. I take responsibility in not looking close enough at what I didn’t want to see. Like you. Where you are lucky is having a dad to stand by you. Every one of us can use that model at any stage. Father, mother. I bet your daughters are paying closer attention than you think.

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  2. Robert says

    January 23, 2014 at 1:05 am

    Curtis

    Your thoughts on the value of kindness, and how it is often perceived as weakness and vulnerability, are profound. It sounds like our fathers were much the same.

    When I was growing up my father was pretty colorless in my eyes. He was an accountant, just about the drabbest profession I could imagine. He didn’t have many hobbies to speak of. When I compared him to other men I knew, he didn’t seem to measure up, at least when I was a certain age. He simply went to work, and came home and did the things necessary to make the household run.

    We didn’t talk much, certainly not in the way of profound discussions, so it didn’t seem we had a deep bond. Years later, when a man I had admired in the earlier days was killed as a result of his own intoxication, the deepest comment my father made was “I’m sorry about Harold”. But what I took for granted and didn’t appreciate until years later, was how he supported my interests. He patiently explained to me everything he knew about how things worked. He took me to sit on the road construction machinery I saw on the side of the highway. He bought me a pocket radio which led to a lifetime appreciation of music, and a drum set, which he had to listen to for six years, including while he was trying to study for professional exams (an ultimate sacrifice, I later realized). When I wrecked my first car on the first day of ownership, he immediately offered me the use of his. Years later when my car developed a problem while returning to college on Sunday afternoon during the gasoline shortages of the mid seventies, he made a six hour trip to take me back , with a battery of just purchased, crudely vented gas cans riding in the trunk. After he died, my mother commented on their respective spots at the kitchen table being the result of his giving her the better view, even though she offered to switch many times: “That’s just the way he was”.

    While I used to think my Dad was undemonstrative and weak, I came to understand that he was the exact opposite. The Mark Twain quote about how much different his father looked when he saw him through the eyes of a twenty one year old compared to how he thought of him at age fourteen is so true, although it took me probably another thirty years beyond even that to understand the true depth of my father. While perhaps he wasn’t what I expected, in the end he was an incredible parent – so much more than what my perspective of the time could appreciate.

    Kindness is the ultimate strength, but even above that, what I have come to understand is that it is the ultimate love, a word I otherwise struggle to grasp the true meaning of. I try to speak sincerely and honestly, and although I may have more demonstrable emotional range than my Dad, I know that it is the underlying care and love that is the most important. This is an ultimate gift from my father, which I too try to pass on, just “because”…

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  3. Barbara says

    January 23, 2014 at 11:43 am

    Thank you Curtis for such a poignant tribute to a kind, gentle father. So often, it seems, a father’s son will knee-jerk in the opposite direction, but eventually, I’m convinced more and more, as we age, we come back to who we really are – all that in between stuff is the confetti, the smoke and mirrors, the fluff and sometimes the necessary evils of life. As children, and as older human beings – we live close to the bone and the real meat of life (love) if we’re lucky and insightful, as you, obviously from this essay, are. I feel confident your children will inherit many fine qualities from their father. 😉

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  4. Heather in Arles says

    January 23, 2014 at 12:22 pm

    If Tim sees himself, I see my Father. Who fought and lost his battle with the Success Mill. So I am very happy for you that you were brave enough to listen to your heart over your head (and your ex’s demands) and know that your daughters are too. Thank you for this insightful piece.

    Really enjoying this series DA…

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