Had to share this story with you. It is written by W. Livingston Larned and is re-told in How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie (one of the top business books of all time - you should read it later - when you can read. :)
"Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie aslepp, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp firehead. I have stoen into your room alone. Just a few minues ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I came to your bedside.
There are things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scoleded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I tool you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.
At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, "Goodbye, Daddy!" and I frowned, and said in reply, "Hold your shoulders back!"
Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came up the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were hles in your stockings. I humiliiated you beffore your friends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Stockings were expensive - and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!
Do you remember, later, when I was reading the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hestiated at the door. "What is it you want?" I snapped.
You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither. And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.
Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding - this was my reward to you for being a boy? It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.
And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed!
It is a feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I whill chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: "He is nothing but a boy - a little boy!"
I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumped and weary in your cot, I see that you are atill a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother's arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much."
Had to share that with you. There are times when I get caught up in my drive to help millions when I need to stop, take a second, and help my #1 client, my #1 person, YOU! You mean the world to me and I'm hoping you never listen to "Cats in the Cradle" and think of me negatively :). I'll always be there for you - even when I am out of town.
Trust me. Love you.
Blessings,
Michael
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