Independence

Pride in our ability to care  do for our selves seems almost innate in Americans. I am fortunate to be at a point where I am watching my children gain independence. The less fortunate side of me is watching my parents lose theirs and the struggle they face in accepting.

The cycle of human existence is one of progression from dependence to independence followed by some regression back to a certain level of dependence for most of us. We are lucky to have that time of independence. We cling to it. Certain gifts are hard to let go of.

When we can't let go, we cling. Buddha warned against the dangers of attachment. What gives us our sense of self can not be tied to abilities, possessions, etc. We are who we are by our existence. That is the gift of humanity, sentience. As long as I have "I", I have it all.

Accepting the conditions of my "I" is grace.

Fatherhood

After some delay, it is about time to get to the root of this blog. It is from the perspective of a father. My children know that and so it is a dicey proposition to lay out anything about my experience as the balcony is ready to shout, "Bullshit!"

I am not a perfect father. At times I can take on the role of asshole with the glow of a 1 karat diamond. Other times, I can be as far away as Everest, when I need to be closer. So, I won't claim anything beyond the following.

My role is to believe in the ability of my children and never stop. To support them when they feel doubt. I think that is the key to all parenting, you know at times your children will be wrong, will falter, will make mistakes. Your job, as a parent, is to never give up and believe in your children and their immense potential.