So it’s Father’s Day. My daughter called and wished me a happy day.

I appreciated the sentiment, but as I reflect on why I should have a happy day I was seized by an all too typical melancholy.
I, of course, ruminated on it.

I get irritated that our kids should feel obligated to express their gratitude to those of us who have committed ourselves to their upbringing.
I really don’t need gifts.

It’s great to be appreciated, but as a Father I’d rather you express that appreciation through your actions in the world.
Show me that I didn’t screw you up horribly – a secret fear I think most parents share.

Be successful, and by successful I mean happy.
Your happiness (success as a whole well rounded independent individual) brings me more gratification than any gift you could give me.

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