Monday afternoon my son and I were walking to the gym from the parking lot. We have to cross a fairly busy intersection to walk in and were waiting until it was safe to cross holding hands.
We were discussing a new book we are listening to and as we were waiting a homeless man was passing us on a bike.
He and I reciprocatd a small smile and a nod of acknowledgement as he was passing and just as he was almost past us my son cheerily exclaimed “Good Morning!”
I know the guy on the bike was caught off guard because he swung his head around with a big toothy smile and said “Hi” back.
I squeezed his hand and looked down smiling at him and he asked if that was nice. I told him it was very nice and that saying hello to people is really great.
I did also tell him it was the afternoon but I was very happy with his thoughts and intentions.
Today I almost made a post about the definition of a hero.
According to Joseph Campbell, an authority on the hero, defines a hero as one who has given his or her life to something greater than one’s self.
To me this makes me think of my parents. Having keeping a child at the age of 16 is quite a sacrifice and challenge.
There are some amazing lessons I learn everyday from them.
My father has used radical honesty with me for as long as I can remember.
This needs to be better. This isn’t your best. This should have been this.
I until recently would look back and wonder about whether what I did was ever good enough.
His standard and measurement to me was perfection. I remember getting a 99 in Latin on my report card and he only said it’s not 100. The next quarter I did get 100. He simply said do it again.
I look back now and I realize that his expectations for me aren’t perfection. His expectations for me are the same expectations I have for everyone who comes to me.
Your best effort.
His bar for me was my best effort. He was digging for it. Challenging me to be better.
In his radical honesty he has talked with me repeatedly since I was a teenager that it’s easy to be a yes parent. To say yes to your child to shut them up and keep them appeased.
My dad was a no parent. It takes a great deal of fortitude to be a no parent. What I have started to realize is that the no in being a no parent is very broad.
It’s easy to tell my son something is great to make him feel good temporarily even if it isn’t his best effort. It is easy to let him watch a movie instead of spend the time studying for his test. It’s easy to fold on a punishment. It’s easy to tell him that not doing his best is acceptable.
In hindsight I see this, in the moment it wasn’t apparent to me. I would just think, what an a***ole.
I don’t have a problem saying that my father is my hero. I’m 35, I have a doctorate, I have failed repeatedly in my life and will continue to do so and I am a grown man. My father is my hero because of his sacrifices and his foresight to make the hard choices in life early with me so that things would be easier later.
I mean that and say that now because one day it will be too late for me to tell him and as much as he will act like he needs no thanks, praise, or acknowledgement for anything I know how good it feels to have someone compliment you on anything and especially how good it feels to be complimented on something you care deeply about.
I am and I hope I always will be a work in progress. I love learning. I love knowing. Failing sucks but getting it right afterwards feels amazing.
I hope I continue to learn these lessons and see them as I get older so I can pass them on to others I care about and to give thanks to those who teach them to me.
Today, say hi to someone you don’t normally say hi to, stranger, co-worker, whoever.
From everyday for accept only your best. It will bleed into those around you, in all aspects of life.
Do not be afraid to tell someone they are important to you. You never know when that last opportunity will come.