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I have been a divorce lawyer since 1983. Believe it or not, I like my job very much. It's not that I like divorce. I have been married since 1979. I like that even better. I don’t like divorce any more than a doctor likes disease. But, I realize that it happens, often to good people. And I know that divorces, like many crisis in life, create opportunities for new beginnings. I like new beginnings and I am humbled by the opportunity to often work with people who find strength in these trying times. Over the past three decades, I have observed more than a thousand divorces and watched hundreds of marriages that have thrived. I have learned a lot, but there is much more to be learned. This blog is dedicated to discussions of the things I have learned, and to the things that I hope to learn more about. Hope you will get something out of sharing this journey with me.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Father Knows Best: Or Not.

I know we often miss the good old days, but we also fail to notice the ways that things are better today. Like the role of Dads, for example. I am grateful to have been born into an era where a Dad was expected to be more than just a stoic provider. I am glad that today's Dads are expected to be more involved in the lives of their children but are allowed to just be themselves.
In my earlier parenting years I tried, without success, to be a perfect Dad. It was a great revelation for me when I realized that was not only impossible, but unhelpfu.From watching Dads daily in my divorce practice, as well as being a father to my own children, I have come to believe that the best gift a father (or any parent) can give to their children is to express your love for them by simply Showing Up in a genuine way.
Looking back over the years, I am grateful that I was generally able to show up to be a regular part of their lives. Sometimes that meant coaching them in sports or attending school events.Sometimes that meant simply making sure I was home for dinner every night or simply sitting in the next room while they worked on their homework. And sometimes that just meant being a real human being: laughing, crying, making mistakes, showing weakness and letting them know that no one has to be perfect.
When I was growing up, there was a popular TV show called Father Knows Best. Like many shows of that era it starred a flawless Father. That was not me. I did not always know best. Sometimes I did not have a clue. But somehow, I helped raise three amazing children, so maybe showing up and loving them was all I was required to do. Who knew?

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