I know, this is going to be one of the oldest gripes in human history. Still – what is it with parents?
When I decided to start this blog, one of the very first things I did was call and give my dad the address. He may be 72, but he has a computer and is on the internet nearly every day. When I talked to him Thursday night, he admitted to me that he still hasn’t looked at this blog. Not once.
Every kid – or at least all of the ones with social or philosophical ideas to better mankind – has run afoul of this phenomenon. We try so hard to do well, and our own family doesn’t even notice. Or worse (for example . . . in the Bible there is a report in the Gospels that Jesus’ own mother attempted to guilt-trip him into quitting his ministry) they try to impede your efforts.
I wish I had some sort of insight into the cause of this, or it’s solution, but I don’t. This is just a rant. I wanted my father to see what is going on in my head, and how I’m using it to help others (and even causes he supports), and perhaps be proud of me. I’ve had to re-define myself so many times since the surgery on my bone tumor back in October of 1982 that left me permanently disabled. It’s never been easy, but I’ve done alright.
I wish he’d notice.