I realize this blog is more than fitness, eating well…it’s about life. My kids, my husband, my job…
Today is Father’s Day.
I would not be who I am without the man who raised me. He was a strict, typical Italian father. Growing up I often wished he was like my friends’ dads who let them do anything. I didn’t realize why he made the decisions he made until I became a parent.
It’s tough having kids and letting them go…run a little farther from you, go to their first birthday party without you, their first sleepover…and I am not even at the stage of high school or driving!
But I do understand why my dad was strict. His culture was different than where he grew up and he only knew what he knew. And obviously at 43 years old, all of those parties don’t mean a thing now.
So many of my friends were surprised when I went away to university. How was I allowed?? LOL…I have no idea but I moved out to live in busy, chaotic, crazy Toronto for four years and my dad supported my decision to become a journalist even though he begged me to become a teacher – go to McMaster – stay home.
Every time I came home for the weekend or summer, my dad would say, “don’t worry about the money, if you want to come home and leave Toronto, that’s ok.” But of course, I didn’t want to leave Toronto. I am grateful for the experience he allowed me to have and for the reassuring fact that I could come home, anytime.
Being a parent is the greatest, most fulfilling job in the world. You watch your kids become real people with real personalities and skills and talents and you literally watch them grown up in front of you.
And being a parent is the also the scariest, saddest, most frustrating job in the world. It’s crazy busy, it’s a lot of sacrifice and when I say sad, I say it because they are LITERALLY growing up in front of you. They become more independent, which is what you want, of course, but also creates some fear and the realization that they don’t need you in the same way anymore.
I can imagine that was incredibly tough for my Italian born, traditional father. He never said it, but now I know it.
I may be a little like him now – a little afraid to let go, to let the kids run a little farther from me. But I also know when the real time comes I will watch my kids as he watched me, start the life they are meant to start, even if it means moving away. But don’t you know, I will always tell them, “don’t worry about the money, you can always come home.”
See you at the Squat Rack ~