What is a father?
Is your
father your friend? Is your father your mentor?
Do you know what your father is?
If he’s your
friend, then he’s a fool. A fool, who’s more interested in making you laugh. A
fool who hangs out with you. A fool who never tells you you’re wrong.
But if he’s
your father, he might make you laugh-sometimes. He’ll tell you you’re wrong.
He’ll tell you to clean your room and make your bed; to get up early and do
your school work. He’ll have you pull weeds from around the bricks on the patio
on a Saturday morning, while your friends are texting you about mischievous errands
for the day.
And he knows
of those errands! He has been there himself, and you will not fool him. He may
lighten up on the reigns to see you break a little, but he’ll be there for the
error, and he’ll mend the broken days.
Your father
will give advice, lots of advice, and you’ll not listen—sometimes. But his
voice will be in your head, when you didn’t jump-back on that curve ball,
didn’t line up your fingers on the threads as the ball wobbles out of control.
His advice will be there when your friends sneak some liquor out of their parent’s
cabinets. His voice will be there when your friend, who’s drunk, gets behind
the wheel. Will you listen? His voice will be there many times in your life as
each day gets harder and more complicated to understand.
Your father
is a sculpturer, a man who molds another man with thoughts and words and
actions. He will never be famous for his work. He may fail, break, die, but his
triumph’s will endure. His failures will also endure, for you to remember, to
never forget how the taller than life figure, could be brought down. On that
day you’ll know he was not a god, or an unstoppable power. Just a man, who was
never your friend, he was much more than that.
© Copyright
2016
Artemis J
Jones
Opinion
pieces.
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