Today I helped my 12 year old shave for the first time.
I remember the first time I shaved – Nobody was there to show me – it was just my own reflection in the mirror. My father died at a time in a boy’s life when he needs someone to show him how to be a man. Even if he’d been alive, I’m not sure he’d have shown me – we never had that kind of relationship. Not once did he tell me he was proud of me or that he loved me.
I helped my son shave for the first time. I tell him I’m proud of him and that I love him every day. Over the years I’ve learned that I can be the father I always wanted to have. Some days I do better than others.