One of the things I really enjoy seeing when I go out is the father son teams going out surfing. The little boys are just fearless, and take to it like nothing.
My father is a small Hispanic man who is very macho and all ways wanted a son. I guess to carry on the family name and to teach manly things to. Much like Henry the 8th my dad is a girl maker; he has had two wives and three girls.
My older sister the natural athlete in the family was pushed by my father to excel in sports. She would play with kids twice her age and kept up. It was amazing. My younger sister was also raised with her mother, who let her take ballet and taps. She did not have to try to play baseball and basketball, softball like her older siblings.
In the end I am really a lot more like my father than he knows or will acknowledge. I have to work at sports it’s true. And with the surfing I have done I have learned a lot about myself and I have found it such a great stress relief and I love it. I keep it up even if I am feeling bad or tired. I can’t wait to go out every week.
The sad thing is that my father never saw the persistence I have. He sees women as week and child-like and just something to have sex with. When I was a teenager and first tried surfing and told him about it he said, “Really you surf? How long before you panic?” Then he turned away and didn’t let me answer.
The thing he doesn’t know about me is that I don’t panic, ever. I am really steady and when I am in a crisis, my steadiness goes up a notch, or two.
I do a lot of guy things and work with men. I have learned and keep learning about scooters and engines and I love it. In a lot of ways I am the son he always wanted. Too bad he doesn’t know. Or maybe it servers him right.
Talking with a fellow surfer last night and he has a three year old son, he can’t wait till he gets old enough to take surfing. How great is that?
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