Monday, June 25, 2012

Journaling 4

In our culture sports are often a way that father's bond with their sons and sons with their fathers.  
My father and I didn't go that route.  I'm not really sure why.  Sports were a big part of community and a big part of our family.  
To my dad's credit I don't think it was his fault.  My memory of my childhood is pretty clear and I don't ever recall really, really wanting to play sports.  There may have been a big part of me that felt like I was missing out by being a spectator, but it didn't translate into a desire for me to put on the uniform and try out.  
My dad did not force me to play.  
It's hard to believe I've lived all these years and never really appreciated my dad for letting me be what I want to be.  I know it must have been hard for him.  After all he invested everything into raising a family so I'm sure he must have felt shortchanged on a few occasions.
Still, I'm glad he didn't force his will on me.  
By Grace,
Travis P. Dickerson

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