06/20/2021
Dads... let the kid fall. They will thank you later.
My journey with coffee began with my Dad. This morning I had the opportunity to reflect back on growing up and with each passing year, I more deeply appreciate my Dad. They say a picture is worth a thousand words and this old photograph perfectly captures what we are missing today.
Stupid should hurt. It's how we learn. I might have been 12. My Uncle is probably explaining to me how the clutch works. My cousin and brother are looking on with that childhood fascination, eagerly waiting for me to lay the bike over so they could have a turn. No helmet. No knee pads. Most importantly, my Dad is absolutely not within arms reach, and had no intention of catching my fall.
Today's society is missing the point. Life doesn't hand out 13th place awards. It's not fair. It's not supposed to be. Winners win, losers talk about winners, and you learn to pick yourself up by falling down.
This Father's day, we raise our mug to Dads. We hope your coffee is strong. We hope you fire up the grill, the beer is cold, and you crank the mower on the first pull right in front of the neighbor's wife and kids. * major Dad flex * Just tie the handle down, or put a cinder block on the seat so the blades stay on and let the kid mow the yard. Take the training wheels off. Asphalt will skin knees. Rub some dirt on it. Let the kid fall. They will thank you later.
Kevin Andrew - Head Bean
