In Australia we had Father’s Day last Sunday. It is an occasion when the offspring turns up and give thanks for being their father. This is a nice gesture of love and well appreciated. Often they carry gifts which fathers declare not being necessary but are nonetheless gracefully accepted.
My youngest daughter is now the same age as my mother was, when I was born. This coincidence came into focus to me today, as I was reading in the magazine, she had given me as a Father’s Day gift. I realised, that my daughter thinks of me differently from what my parents thought of me.
In case you wonder, the gift was a magazine, “NewPhilosoper” (http://www.newphilosopher.com/ ).
I started to read and found it very interesting. But then a question arose in my mind? How come my parents thought there wasn’t any hope for me but my daughter, more than seventy years later, thought I would understand anything philosophical? I was always interested in the big questions that come up during our short stay on this earth and I think one can see this in my face at three. I welcomed the world and its complications. I always listened to adults talking (Which my mother didn’t like and called “snooping or nosey”) because I wanted to find out things. Why would you call a bright eyed, inquiring kid names?
A child needs love, but what he or she needs even more is affirmation. If the affirmation is there the child feels loved too. I think with her gift my daughter gave me some affirmation that she sees in me more than the father she loves.
That is me now. Not quite the philosopher but not immune to philosophical questions. The headline title of the magazine is called, “WAKE UP’. Perhaps, the message for me is to wake up.