Can’t wait to get away and get out fishing when you’re trapped at home….then feel guilty for getting out by yourself, and pull lines to get home early for dinner. That’s just the way it goes.
When the tax man comes to collect, nobody is going to remember those times out on the ice (as great as they may be). Obviously, I can’t speak from experience, but I’d bet the farm I’ll be thinking of the times at the hospital when they came into the world. The way I can make make my kids eyes light up and laugh (nothing beats a baby/toddler belly laugh….nothing). The way my babies’ hair smells as they lay asleep on my chest. The first steps. The sound of their voice as they’re learning to speak. The unconditional love and trust that creates the best feeling imaginable. The pride of merely seeing them exist.
No man worth his salt will tell you he has any memories above those.
I’ll admit I’m getting misty just thinking about it, and I’m still a young man with my babies asleep in the other room. I’m lucky enough to have the wherewithal to know these are short, precious moments that I want/need to be there for, and I’m genuinely thankful for that. Some men just realize they screwed up once it’s too late.
I’ve never felt an emotion anywhere close to that when reminiscing about big walleyes. That’s just something to fill the space between the real important s%#+.
Great thread here, guys. It’s good for everyone to keep two feet on the ground and reflect on these from time to time. Sounds like we have a community of great fathers/men here. Cheers.