A father's job is to teach his children
how to be warriors;
to give them the confidence to get on the horse
and ride into battle
when it is necessary to do so.
After my dad returned from World War 2,
he rode into battle every day in the sheet metal industry in Queens, NY.
He taught me indirectly.
He taught me by creating his own company
He taught me by going to work every day
and by kissing my mom every night when he came home from work.
He taught me with his strength, and his anger, and his compassion.
What I have learned is that
all I had to add was unconditional love
and a willingness to let go of my desire
and support whatever battle my warrior children choose to fight.
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