Thanks for the thread, TW. I've got both ends of the conversation. My dad has been gone for about 10 years now. He wasn't the best guy in the world... didn't teach me about guns or much else, and only had a few values he preached to me over and over. He didn't live by some of those values either, and ended up being an enigma- very disappointing in some ways but he was my dad and we had our moments. Dad DID force me to learn to play the organ, and that's how I got started playing dinner music in restaurants at age 12, so he did give me the key to my musical talent and that addiction(even if it was against my will at the time).
Getting to know him as an adult and watching him age and eventually deteriorate was really "the big lesson". I watched "Life" happen to him, and it helped me understand what I needed to do. One day when we were getting along fairly well and he was about 87, we were having lunch together and talking about life. In talking about my past I said something about wishing I had known then what I know now. He wasn't the smartest guy in the world but dad says to me, "Ah...don't worry about it. Right now at 87 I'd make a hell of a 65 year old".
As years went on, I did what I could for him when no one else would give him the time of day, and he was gone at 93. In some ways I think it was a good education about him, life, and about myself.
That brings me to now. My son (our youngest of 2 girls and him) is almost 22, almost out of college, and is becoming manly. He worried us a lot- he's the moody type and would never talk about trouble 'till it was 10 feet tall and busting down the front door. But like TW says and some of you others...he has started to see me as getting older. His mother and I are not the smartest, strongest people in the world anymore. He sees our faults, he sees us question things, sees us make mistakes. He tries to advise us in his young way. He shows us more affection than before, and since he's finally found a woman that he's serious about and his sisters are having kids, he has kicked up the "serious" a notch and I don't worry so much anymore.
Tw is right...there's a feeling that comes with this. I don't think it's sadness. The word that comes to mind is "melancholy". it's not sad, it's just a wistful fondness for the way things no longer ARE- the invitability of change.
But I like this. I know I'm losing my edge. I can still take him if I'm quick, but I know some day soon my boy will be the warrior in the family. But at the same time I have no choice....I'm ripe fruit and that's reality. It's really great to get to know him as a man and to enjoy his company. It's great to have his appreciation too. He comes to some of my gigs and let's me know that but for a twist of fate I could have been incredibly rich and famous. In his concern for me as an aging guy I can see what he will be like when he's got a son of his own and I'm enjoying it.
I was talking to a friend who's son has a family. He said, "It's the BEST when your kids are grown. I go visit, sit out in the yard with a beer and have a cigar with my kid and tease his little rug rats....it's the best."
Sometimes, like my dad, I have trouble practicing what I preach, but when you're 70 you're not 50. You can embrace that "your as young as you feel" crap all you want, but you don't want to MISS the aging years because you're trying too hard to live in the past. Enjoy your age and wisdom and your position as patriarch. It is your right in life, just as it was for you to be that strong, hard working stud.
Thanks for bringing this up... it's a good thing to explore.