你給的愛,一如當初

父親、兒子和我 My Father, My Son, Myself

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佚名/Anonymous

My father still looks remarkably like I remember him when I was growing up:hair full, body trim, face tanned, eyes sharp. What's different is his gentleness and patience. I had remembered neither as a boy, and I wondered which of us had changed.

My son Matthew and I had flown to Arizona for a visit, and his 67-year-old grand father was tuning up his guitar to play for the boy.“You know‘Oh, Give Me a Home Where the Buffalo Roam'?”my father asked.

All the while, four-year-old Matthew was bouncing on the couch, furtively strumming the guitar he wasn't supposed to touch and talking incessantly.

When I was a boy, my father wasn't around much. He worked seven days a week as a milkman. But even at work he was the taskmaster in absentia Infractions were added up, and at night he dispensed punishment, though rarely beyond a threatening voice or a scolding finger.

Despite our father son struggles, I never doubted my father's love, which was our lifeline through some pretty rough times. There are plenty of warm memories-he and I on the couch watching TV together, walking a gravel road in Crete, Ill.,at dusk, riding home in a car, singing“Red River Valley.”

He had this way of smiling at me, this way of tossing a backhanded compliment, letting me know he was proud of me and my achievements. He was a rugged teaser, and it was during his teasing that I always sensed his great unspoken love. When I was older, I would understand that this is how many men show affection without acknowledging vulnerability. And I imitated his way of saying“I love you”by telling him his nose was too big or his ties too ugly.

“It's not what a man says, but what he does that counts.”he would say. Words and emotions were suspect. He went to work every day, he protected me, he taught me right from wrong, he made me tough in mind and spirit. It was our bond. It was our barrier.

It was only after having a boy of my own that I began to think a lot about the relationship between fathers and sons and to see-and to understand-my own father with remarkable clarity.