Saturday morning breakfast at Ruth’s Kitchen is becoming the regular guy thing for the Perry men. Sometimes we let Mom come, but we usually try to set out early before everyone else wakes up.
It’s a time to be father & son; to talk about the week, to teach, to learn.
My father was only around in brief spurts when I was a kid – a day here, a week or two there. But one of the pleasant memories I have of him was just sitting at McDonald’s after he had picked me up from school and spending time with him. Likewise, the best memories I have of my grandfather are sitting around eating and talking on his screened in porch in Garner.
So, maybe unconsciously that’s what I’ve been trying to do with the Offspring; just be there and not always as the taskmaster. There’s a fear there that I’m not doing a great job because I had lousy examples growing up of what father’s should be/do. I know a lot of people would tell me that I’m doing a good job, but I’m not 100% convinced. I know I’ve made and will make more mistakes. All I’m really hoping for is to produce a functioning member of society and someone that is more mentally healthy than I.