I remember as a Boy Scout we were as a troop going to go mountain hiking and we could invite our fathers if they wanted to go. I was stoked. Really glad that I could spend some time with my dad. We started the hike and fell behind not because my father was fat or anything, but because he didn't really want to be there. He kept looking at his watch in the car before we got to the trail head. I knew that he wasn't invested in me, not because of his lack of time able to see him but because he didn't want me in his life. Even as a thirty-three year old man, I cannot reach him to be apart of my life. We ended up walking about thirty minuets before we couldn't see the troop anymore, turned around and went back to the 93' Silver Subaru. I don't think I have ever felt as pitiful that next week when I had scouts and everyone talked about how awesome of a time they had with there dads.
I'm not writing you think to have you feel bad for me. As a father I think we learn from others experiences. This blog will be filled with things I have learned about with my kids, stuff from my past that has made me think differently about being a father. I don't want my blog to be all sunny fur fur "Oh life is magical!" because thats just not true. My kids bug the hell outa me sometimes but damnit I love them so much its insane. I don't know how you found this blog but if you like it drop me a line or whatever.
Come read about my life experience.
Peace.
-Hemingway
