Until today, I hated my Dad. He is the statistic of men in this country who somehow can live with themselves while their children go through life learning about the world with no influence from their Dad. Everything that I learned about what it meant to be a man came from my Mom, Grandmom, Uncles, Big Cousins, Coaches, Teachers, Girlfriends, and even the occasional Co-Worker. All of these folks found time to play ball with me. Good Job folks!
For as long as I could remember, I have been a sports fan. I played baseball when I was little from sun up to sun down at a diamond that was 200 yards from the front door of our home on the southeast side of Detroit. I played ball with my Grandma, Granddad, neighbors, and anyone else who happened to show up or be walking through the park. My Dad was a pro baseball prospect in the mid 60s out of Eastern High School. He dropped his dream of playing pro ball for an auto-industry factory job. I have heard the stories about my Dad’s prowess in baseball but never got to experience it for myself although we have always lived in the same city. I have actually gone more than 15 years at times without even seeing him.
As all kids, I always wanted a relationship with my Dad. I never even have tossed a baseball with him and I’m 40 years old. Seems crazy that a baseball player of his caliber would never want to share that with his son. Growing up, I was always told how much my game mirrored my Dad’s game and how I had the same fire for competition. Those comparisons didn’t help me, they only made me wonder why he never has called me in my entire life.
As I get older, I realize that there are many athletic Dads who are at home with there kids everyday and still don’t play ball with them. You guys don’t get it! Baseball is a great way to spend time talking, dreaming, teaching your kids about life and your experiences. You are missing out on some of the best conversations and pure play moments in their lives. If they seem uninterested at first, have you ever thought that maybe you are the problem? They may not like it at first but I guarantee you that your child wants to spend time with you and if you stick with it, his interest will grow.
At the age of 40 years old, I decided that I no longer hate my Dad. His inability to spend any time with me growing up fueled a passion that I have today for making sure that no kid experiences my longing for a Dad. Because of my Dad, I have mentored over 1000 kids through computers, sports, and business. Because of my Dad, I was a “Super” Dad from the day my kid’s were born with hardly any examples. Because of my Dad, I have a closer than normal relationship with both of my kids, nephews, and nieces and a love that continues to grow. Because of my Dad, I have reversed the cycle of fatherless kids on my branch of our family tree.
Thanks Dad for the inspiration, I forgive you.