My father exemplifies the adjective "formidable." My brother, familiar with our father's place of employment, reported that he is "respected and feared" there. In one of our few moments of mutual harmony and agreement, my brother and I both asserted that if we were ever unfortunate enough to be caught by the police and forced to either spend a night in jail or call our father to bail us out, we would enthusiastically choose the former option.
Of course, this isn't a complete picture of him by any stretch of the imagination. He is also incredibly generous, sensitive, and comical. What I didn't know about him until recently is that he is completely unintimidated by, and even able to relate to, teenagers.
Last weekend, my mother was involved in an event in our hometown, working for a nonprofit organization that needed to raise money for its activities. I agreed to spend some of the weekend at home to help out, and later in the afternoon, my father appeared at the festivities. My mother was in a state of exasperation--there was a competition due to commence at 5:30 pm, and the implements for the race had not been assembled. My father agreed to stay around and find a solution to this problem. A table was set up, and at first, a group of adults, my father and I included, attempted to rectify the situation. Then, a group of middle school students came by to help.
Most teachers will agree that middle school is the most difficult age to teach in class. The sight of a pack of preteens brought about the retreat of some of the adults, whether moving off to some other activity or engaging in conversation with each other. To my great surprise, my father arranged the students in two lines and showed them how to quickly get the work done, instructing and encouraging them along the way. He was familiar; he was unintimidated. He was the one of the only adults among at least half a dozen that engaged these kids and stuck with the project, only a few others excepted.
Who would have thought?
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Kinda Kewl when we see our folks in a different and positive light. It helps you remember they are real people too.
Our dads seem eerily similar. Are you sure we're not long lost sisters?
Kudos to your dad (I know I wouldn't have done so well!) I hope it was a pleasant surprise for you. :)
Your dad should become a middle school teacher. I do not envy middle school teachers one bit though. Middle school kids are the worst.
I'm undecided on what it means that once, our parents were the fonts of wisdom (of course, I mean a long, LONG time ago :)) and then ... well, that changed.
Maybe it was a good change. Parents will surprise us. I like surprises.
for me, that I am debating at my age if should look up my father, whom I met once at 18 ... moving
Jail or my father? Same decision as you.
But a remarkable thing happens to experienced parents: They're strikingly different the second time around. My dad is much calmer with my daughter than he ever was with me or my sisters!
Sounds like your dad has a real gift for organising these kids.
Yes, parents are real, just like us
Faced with that situation, my dad would have probably pretended to be asleep. Standing up.
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