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I Am My Father's Son

Updated on October 21, 2017

Dedicated to my father, Billy Joe Rushing

Born September 20th 1930

and still going 80 years later.

I am my father's son..... The first time I heard this idiom it washed over me like an ocean wave on a rocky seashore.

Seemingly unaffected by the power of the wave, the huge rocky outcrops stand firm in their place, hard and rough. With time and exposure they are worn down, smooth and silky to the touch. In time, you can walk upon their warm surface bare footed, bringing you comfort instead of injury.

At first, I was unaffected by this pointed sentiment. For I did not see myself as my father's son. I find that I take after my mother in most things. It has been said of me that I am my mother's son. As a result, I admired the idiom but did not adopt it as my own.

Yet like the ocean waves that comes back again and again, I often found myself revisited by this phrase. With each visitation it would tackle me, tumbling me over and over. It's meaning washing over me soaking my whole being. Relentlessly reminding me, I am my father's son.

The older I get, the better I understand my father. In my youth I ran from him. Vowing to be better then him. Determined not be like him. But soon I had a wife and a son, then a daughter, then three daughters, and another son. Just like my father, I had a five children, three girls and two boys. There it was, whispering in my ears. I am my father's son.

The need to provide for this family began to weigh heavily upon my shoulders. I would work long hours and come home cranky. Often I would bark and be quick to anger. Sending children scattering to all corners of the house to avoid my short tempter. I would hide away and get lost in my own activities and thoughts. Present, yet not engaged. I am my father's son.

My dad loved to play baseball and taught me how to catch, hit and throw. It was one of the ways we spent time together. He was such a goof. He made baseball fun. Actually, he made everything fun. Whether it was a church picnic or watching the Dukes of Hazard. He would add the extra excitement that made you want to be there. When teaching me to catch he would wind up his arm really fast like a fan, then throw the ball like a bullet straight at me. The winding up was over exaggerated as part of the fun. He would say, "If you don't catch it, it will hit your nose," or " I'm going to hit your belly button, you better catch it!" Indeed, it was true. He was that good of a shot. I quickly learned how to catch.

Playing catch always became a drive down memory lane. Dad would tell me of his youth and how he played ball with his brothers. He loves to tell stories even today. Long drives are always made short by his musings. Stories in which he was always the hero. I love his stories. I could listen to them all day. Stories about his younger brother Elbe who was the best pitcher around. In fact, he had a chance to go pro, but was not able to because his father needed him home on the farm. Of course, my dad was the best catcher around. He was so good he was able to reach up and grab the ball, even before the batter could swing the bat. To hear my dad tell it, you would think the two of them were the whole team. There was no need for anyone else. He tells these stories with a sparkle in his eye and smile on his face. It is a joy to me to hear him reminisce.

It's funny, I now realize that I enjoyed baseball for his sake. As an adult, baseball is not one of my interests. History, music, literature and, philosophy, seem to be where I go with my children. I know what your thinking. For suddenly I am thinking the same thing. How boring! Baseball would be more fun. Indeed...... I admit, there are times in which I say, "I wish I were my father's son." Unfortunately, in this way my father and I are miles apart. He can't sing or play an instrument, can't read very well for he has severe dyslexia, a learning disability the flips numbers and letters around. He shuns away from public speaking and is not a deep thinker, yet he is more sensitive to others then I am. For the most part he is everything I am not. Yet, when I am strolling down Florida's garden trails or national parks with my children in tow, or driving home from a concert or waiting in the car with the kids while Diane does her shopping. I find myself driving down memory lane sharing a piece of my life with my children in stories where I am the hero. There I find myself thinking with humble pride, I am my father's son.

His love for story telling has given birth to mine. Where he was unable to put his stories to print, I am able. I wish to make up for his deficit. It is his love of life that has given birth to mine. For his stories are locked away in my memory. Despite the fact that he can not write, his whole life has been written upon the parchment of my heart. Ironically, I find that I strive to be more like him. Embracing who he is, and in the processes, discovering who I am.

My father has grown wiser and more tempered with age. He is not the man today that he was in my youth. I have watch the process of maturity work its magic in his life, just as it has in mine. I admire his simplicity and his ability to go with the flow. He does not seem to get as worked up emotionally as I do. He is faster to forgive and sees things that I can't. I admire his strength. Today, I look back at the foolishness of my youth and shake my head in regret. For I was stubborn and arrogant. I was sure I was better than him. Now, I wish I could compare to him.

The sharp, rough, and unpleasant memories that once caused me pain and embarrassment, driving my desire to be someone more accomplished, are now smooth and silky. A sources of reassurance, bringing comfort to my life's journey. Warming my feet as I walk.

I am my father's son!


Post Script

My Father is now in the arms of my savior. He died Thursday 3/31/2011 around 11:30 PM. He did not see his 81st birthday. I was proud of him when I wrote this, and I am prouder still in his death.

I am still my fathers Son!


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    • girishpuri profile image

      Girish puri 

      8 years ago from NCR , INDIA

      A father does not want more than this, salute to your spirit, voted up, keep writing.

    • Abrushing1968 profile imageAUTHOR

      Aaron Rushing 

      9 years ago from USA- Florida


      I don't know what to say? Thank you!

      You are one of my favorite writers here on Hubpages. I really respect your work. Your encouragement means a lot.

      God Bless


    • James A Watkins profile image

      James A Watkins 

      9 years ago from Chicago

      I am moved by this loving tribute to your father. You are an excellent, soulful writer. I enjoyed this piece immensely. Beautifully rendered, my friend. Wow!

    • Abrushing1968 profile imageAUTHOR

      Aaron Rushing 

      9 years ago from USA- Florida


      It is always a pleasure when you stop by.I do so heartily agree. He has out lived his father and his grandfather. I spent the summer with him and my mom. I considered it an honor.

      I have purposed to write out his life for my children sake. Thanks for the encouragement.

      I enjoy you writing as well. I found your hub Surrendered Ground especially up lifting. For my heart has been walked upon and It has His Word that has brought me comfort.

      Please do come again

      In Christ


    • Abrushing1968 profile imageAUTHOR

      Aaron Rushing 

      9 years ago from USA- Florida


      Thanks you for stopping by. It is always a pleasure to meet new hubbers. Indeed I have sent this to my father. I must admit I am like a little kid bring my mom some flowers. I can't wait to show him.

      I am now one of your fans and I am looking forward to your next hub.

      God Bless


    • Abrushing1968 profile imageAUTHOR

      Aaron Rushing 

      9 years ago from USA- Florida

      JeanieR Thanks you for your words of encouragement. My parents do not have the internet. Drive me crazy but you have to love em. They tried once, but it was just outside my mom's tolerance levels; LOL! They simply have no reason to have it. So I have been forced to mail them my stuff via US Postal Service. They will get this probably Thursday or Friday.

      I agree often people do not say the things they aught until it is to late. Such a shame.

      Thanks for your encouraging words. I am looking forward to your next hub as well

      God Bless


    • heart4theword profile image


      9 years ago from hub

      So nice your father has lived so long...and that you can share the memories of your youth! Yes, forgiveness can do much for freeing the soul:) Capturing his cherished memories on paper, video, or tape...would be a great heritage to leave your children:)

    • Wintermyst profile image


      9 years ago

      What an awesome tribute to your father. I hope you showed him this. Thank you for writing this and sharing it.

    • JeanieR profile image


      9 years ago from Sequoia National Forest, CA

      Lovely, lovely piece! What a celebration of life! I do hope you are sharing your writing with your Dad, especially this one. So few elderly people get to hear such honoring words in this life. They get saved for the eulogy. Pity! Abrushing, make certain you don't do that. Thank you for this wonderful read!

    • Abrushing1968 profile imageAUTHOR

      Aaron Rushing 

      9 years ago from USA- Florida

      Lifegate you are not alone. I know many people who have a question mark beside their fathers memory. I consider myself to be very fortunate. Sharing his stories with me are his way of saying I love you. Most men his age have spent time in war and have been hardened by life. I only understand my Dad because of his stories. He grew up when showing emotion was a sign of weakness. Expressing loving emotion is difficult, awkward at best.

      Thanks for stopping by. As always it is a pleasure seeing your comments. You have become a source of anticipated encouragement. Thank you for being so kind.


    • lifegate profile image

      William Kovacic 

      9 years ago from Pleasant Gap, PA


      I can identify with much of what you wrote. My Dad is gone now, but I realize the impact he had on my life although at times I didn't understand him then.


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