As an older father with adult children, I often wonder about the memories my two sons and my daughter have of their childhood. In regards to their growing up years, I wonder if they enjoyed their years growing up; I wonder if they felt loved; I wonder what pleasant memories they may have; I wonder what unpleasant memories they have; I wonder what they thought of me as a father. I wonder all these things and more.
My best guess is that I will never know the thoughts and/or memories that Adam and Marcus and Lisa have in those regards; but, I wish I could know the answers to all those wonderings of mine.
As Father’s Day is fast approaching, my angst continues to exponentially heighten in wondering how good (or bad) a father I have been and how good (or bad) a father I am. My wish for this Father’s Day is to have my adult children realize how much all this really means to me. I have this unquenchable thirst to know these things. It is the only Father’s Day gift that I really wish from my children.