muller

When I was a young, I was fortunate to grow up with a father that wanted to be a role model. I looked up to him, and grew with the belief that my father was infallible, much like I believe the christian faith revolves around the premise that god is infallible. As a teenageer I grew to learn that he indeed is fallible, and could even do wrong. I believe that was around the time that I got the bright idea that I should contest his authority. We butted heads for years, until well after I'd moved out and only spent mandatory time with them when the obligatory holiday, or birthday, or special event.

I think that as I grew I understood my own fallibility, and thus was able to empathize with my fathers actions to justify the role he chose to play in my life. I now am able to think of my parents more as friends and less as nagging authority.

I rather enjoyed their company this evening.