Sins of the Father
Most new parents gush over their babies like silly and come up with the most sentimental words they could string together in trying to describe feelings that would never be captured in words to begin with.
Even the word LOVE pales in comparison to what you could only desire to express. As a new parent, and hopefully, a better writer, I certainly have made no ambitions whatsoever to capture an essence.
But still we try, and none could be more difficult as to how one can explain the requirements of trying to discipline a child. No matter how hard we try, it is certain that our parenting will be influenced by the kind of parenting that we have received. Whether or not we follow such parenting behavior and pass it onto our children, such actions would still be a direct result of the parenting we have received.
So you can only wonder.
When Pandora opened the box and all the evils that mankind became heir to came out, the last to appear was Hope.
It flew away.
I did not make that depressing story up.
The Ancient Greeks did.
And so I’m reminded by a friend’s story, actually, not too long ago, that shows so much as to how fragile life really is.
While Dad was polishing his new car, his 4 year old son picked up a stone and scratched lines on the side of the car. In his fit of anger, Dad took the child’s hand and hit it many times and didn’t realize that he had hit the child’s hand with a wrench.
At the Emergency Section, his child asked: “Dad, when will my fingers grow back?”
The Dad was wrecked with guilt but couldn’t answer his child. He went back to the car and kicked it with so much anger — at himself, at the car, everything. As he sat down right next to the car, he looked at the scratches the child made. It read:
“I LOVE YOU DADDY …”
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