10/30/2014

Being a dad

Ms cake is having a boy, it came with certain joy and dread.

When growing up in taiwan, my father has been somewhat invovled.

I remember him taking my brother and I to hiking.
I remember train rides from grandparents house and he was really patient with me being annoying, crying about being hungry the whole 4 hours. 
I remember my father cried because I stole. 
I remember my father hit me when I did poorly in class exams.
I remember the nights when I couldn't sleep because of nightmares, I crawled out my bunk bed and looked at my father a room away, I saw him dozing off while reading newspaper at his desk, I would whisper "dad", hoping he could hear me.

Then, I moved to Canada.

I remember his care package, filled with computer gaming magazines, and other stuff, every month.  Sometimes written letters from him.

For the most part of teenage years and adulthood, my father hasn't been around.

That is the part that worries me.  If ms. cake is having a girl, it will be a fresh start, I wouldn't know how to be a dad to a girl anyways.  With a boy, however, I worry.  I worry that what the relationship I have with my dad will be there between my boy and me...