By Kimball B.
A little over a year ago, I returned home from college. Summer had just begun and my plans were to start working, save up some money for the future, and then go from there. It was tough for me to leave college because the friends I made there were some of the best friends I had ever had in my life. Once I stepped off the plane and moved back into my old bedroom, I didn’t see too much of a point with picking up my old job again and working when I was perfectly fine with staying home and talking with my friends. My lack of motivation left me doing nothing productive with my life. And my parents realized that.
I got into several arguments about what I was doing with myself and this came to a boiling point one night. My parents were sick and tired of their son sitting around all day when there were so many better things I could have been doing. My dad yelled at me about my lack of motivation, and by the end of the conversation he gave me a kick in the pants and told me to do something with my life. So I did. I called up my old boss from the previous summer, and he was glad to hear how I was doing and let me know that I could start working next week.
Those next few months, I struggled with my motivation and tried to figure out my future. I worked as hard as I could, but there were still some feelings of misunderstanding between me and my parents. But that night that my father took the chance to yell at me to do something productive with my life became a major turning point for me. I later came to realize that out of everyone else in the world, the parents who raised me would know me better than anyone else. My dad knew what to say to me to put me back on the right track.
I started taking extra time out of the day to spend time with my dad. On the way home from work, I stopped by his office and we would take that half hour to talk about how our day went, our goals for the future, our fears, things we like… everything. When I took time to be with my dad, one-on-one, my understanding of him completely changed. He wasn’t just my dad, rule-maker and supplier of our family’s financial needs, but a man who had his own challenges, fears and goals. This one on one time with my Dad allowed me to completely change the dynamic we had in our relationship.
One of the last things I did with my Dad before I left home for 2 years was go on a motorcycle trip with him. Those few days we had with just the two of us, showed me how much he valued our relationship and how special I was to him. I know my Dad loves me and wants me to always learn and grow and succeed.