The Beast wanted to watch some Dragons this morning, the first movie at that. I’m still feeling rough from what ever cold so less than desired had been accomplished at that point and I found myself sucked it. It’s a great movie, what can I say? Anyway, the movie does its thing and eventually you get to the part where Hiccup is going to go whoop ass on the big dragon and his dad says to him “I’m proud to call you my son.” and it’s an interesting thing.
I’ve had a similar moment. It was the time I mounted my dragon and was about to head off to certain doom against a really big dragon and… no, okay, that’s not right. It was a couple of years ago, and it was my own dad. He’s still with us so this isn’t some tearful memory post, but my dad’s not the sort to express emotions well. What can you expect? He’s a product of a rural southern upbringing, and while it’s not so much an excuse or apology, he’s not as bad as he could be. Anyway, back to my dad. Not much in the way of expressing emotions, at least not in words. I can see how he thought the hardwork he put into everything to try and provide was his love. And when he would come in late at night we got to play with him then.
So it was rather a surprise, to me anyway, when he stopped me in the hall a couple of years ago. He clapped me on the shoulder and said “You got some good kids. And good looking, too. I’m proud of ya.” and went off to watch some westerns.
I still find it a bit odd. It was nice to hear, don’t get me wrong. And I could go into how all I really did was knock up my wife. A few times. And all the foot rubs and doctor visits in between, not to mention the getting up with the kids in the middle of the night when they were infants. And now, because the Beast is still prone to nightmares. Okay, so I’ve actually done some shit to be proud of. Not that he’s probably thinking of all of that. And it’s not like he can’t say ‘I love you’. The kids get it all the time. I guess it’s just one of those things…