On this lovely father’s day, I’m thinking about my own dad and missing him a lot. I thought I’d take this opportunity to share a note he wrote me a long time ago, when I was feeling an awful lot like nothing I did meant anything, even when everything was going brilliantly, coursing full steam in the right direction. He might not have been perfect, hell, he was absent from the middle years just by geography (3000 miles is a hell of a barrier), but he was a good dad. For years, he didn’t say, “I’m proud of you,” he said, “I’m proud to be your dad.” I know that seems like the same thing but, when you’re in a down spot, you don’t hear it the same way and apparently, I was cranky that I’d done this thing and still, no one was proud of me.
I came across this note again recently when I was having a really awful day and just needed someone to pat me on the head and tell me I’m wonderful, which is apparently a theme in my life. I happened to be looking for another story he used to tell that I was going to share here but now, you’ll just have to wait on old Ivoh for next father’s day. (Kathy is my stepmom, just so you know).
Something that I learned a long time ago came into play here. Only you have the right to be proud of you. It’s not up to anyone else to set a value for you. When I was successful at something, Kathy always used to tell me “I’m so proud of you,” and it bothered me when she did so. Of course it was a pure sentiment on her part, but it bothered me nonetheless. She really couldn’t tell the difference between something that I just fell into, or something that came easy, or something that I really worked and struggled with. Even though I knew her motives were pure, it almost seemed to me that she was either horning in on my accomplishment or overinflating something that wasn’t worthy of being proud of. As I said, I knew her motives were pure, but it still bothered me. And then there is another thing. Sometimes when I am the most proud of myself no one else even has an idea that I have done anything to warrant being proud of. (Doing an anonymous good deed, holding my tongue when I wanted to unload on someone, things like that.)
As I struggled with this, I met an American Indian businessman in Spokane. He would not tell someone “That outfit looks good on you” or “This is a great meal.” Instead, he would say “You really make that outfit look good” or “You make the food you cook seem like the best gourmet meal in the world.” When I talked to him, he told me that was the way compliments were paid in his culture. Native Americans don’t compliment the outfit or the meal, they complement the wearer or the cook.
Now, it may be a bit of a leap, but from that, I finally understood that what Kathy was saying was that she was proud to be with me, she was just expressing it in the vernacular that most people in our culture use.
So now then, I try my best to express things in that light. If you have any familiarity with Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs, you will understand that at some point, what happens in our lives is that our measures of success become internal rather than external. Once we have our survival needs met, have some confidence in our basic safety, once we secure a place within our family and within society, then the most important areas of our life become things like personal growth and development.
So when you get the opportunity that this gave you, when it dawns on you that youāve accomplished something out of the ordinary, then you are operating at the upper levels of the needs pyramid. So if I say Iām proud of you, it sort of seems like Iām trying to imply that something I did helped you accomplish this. That is sort of like trying to horn in on your success. Your success is yours, and no one should do anything to diminish that. When I say Iām proud to be your dad, I want you to own all the good feelings that come with this accomplishment.
This is one of the things I love most about email… so much of our correspondence was written and I can find things like this when I need them. I am more grateful than I can say for it. The funny thing is that this lesson is one I still haven’t really learned – I’m still trying to make certain people proud of me, even though that would be a herculean task. One day, I hope to be able to learn this lesson, that the only person who needs to be proud of me is me. Thanks Dad.