Being a Midwesterner, my father is a fairly stoic man and, unlike his son,
doesn’t often speak just to hear the sound of his own voice. Still, I’ve managed
to pick up a few gems over the years that my own sons are now forced to hear
often, like “If something is worth doing, it’s worth doing well,” “It’s the hard
things that are worth doing,” and “It’s easy to figure out the right thing to do
– it’s the hardest” (do you detect the Midwest work ethic in any of these
sayings? : ).
When I was having trouble with a pair of 6th
graders (I was a 3rd grader), he said, “Don’t start a fight, but make sure that
you end it” (that was hard to implement…).
When I went off to college, he said, “Don’t go to bed drunk” (I always regret it
when I ignore this piece of advise…).
When I broke
something of my wife’s and wasn’t contrite enough, my father, working on wife #3
at the time, said to me, “You’ve got to be nice to your wife!”
But the one that sticks with me most, the one I hear in my head almost every
time I make a sandwich (and the one that caused me to write these words) is
“Don’t get the God Damn jelly in the God Damn peanut butter!” To this day, with
my father 1500 miles away in Fargo, I still make sure that there’s no jelly on
my knife when I reach for the peanut butter.
It’s funny what
unintended impressions you leave on people. I wonder what about me will haunt my
children?
Discuss
