Dad’s Most Important Job

Shoveling snow, 1923

The childhood my children are experiencing is different from mine and that is ok. Different doesn’t have to be defined as a value judgment . It doesn’t have to be seen as better versus worse. Not everything is equal, but different isn’t always a measure of two similar objects.

It is not hard to list the differences. They attend a private school. I went to a public school. They are driven to and from school. I walked both ways in whatever weather we had. Of course it being Los Angeles I never did walk uphill in the snow, but I did experience some pretty heavy rainfall.

There are all sorts of comparisons that I can make between now and then, but there is really one that sticks in my craw. My father worked in civil service. In my life he had but one employer, different positions, but one employer. Worked for them for 38 years and then retired. Actually, that is not true, he also worked part time as a professor at a community college. Unless I am mistaken he did that for about 20 years or so.

That is not the world that my children are growing up in. Their father didn’t hold down one position for their entire life. Their father has had a number of different jobs. The father they know doesn’t wake up early in the morning and drive downtown and return just before dinner.

It used to bother me. I couldn’t help but compare myself to my father and wonder how it was that he managed to spend 38 years in the same place. Couldn’t help but look at myself and wonder why my experience was peppered with three years here, seven years there and two more over there. It felt a bit like I had failed.

But over time I came to accept that the world is different now. People really don’t spend their entire career with one company. Still, I found myself thinking about some of the other differences between my father and I. Because when I think about my childhood I don’t remember my father bringing work home with him. I don’t remember being shushed so that he could finish a conference call or finish some project.

I didn’t have to compete with a Blackberry or laptop. That is not something that I can relate to from a child’s perspective.

But my children know it, live it and I hope understand it. Because I have taken a different career path than my father. I have worked with start ups and run the gauntlet in more of an entrepreneurial fashion. I haven’t worked out of a standard office since my daughter was an infant.

She doesn’t remember the days I’d put on a suit and tie. She doesn’t remember that I’d call home and let mom know how much traffic there was. All she remembers is the father who works around the clock from home. All she knows is that her daddy has lots of jobs. I know this, because I have heard her talk about it.

The other day her brother came to me and asked me to list all of my jobs. So I ran down the list of companies that receive an invoice from me for work done. I didn’t explain to him what it means to do freelance work or what it means to be a consultant. He doesn’t really need to know that.

He looked up at me and asked me if I ever had time to play. I smiled and told him that I did, reminded him about the Monopoly game we played yesterday and how we wrestled. He said that he remembered that, but that he thought that I was always working. I sighed deeply, some of what he says is true. I am constantly connected, Blackberry or laptop close at hand. For the time being that can’t be helped, got to push hard now.

And then he asked me to tell him about my most important job. I asked him why and he told me that if I prioritized things I might be able to get rid of a job and have more time. That made me smile again. I grabbed him and pulled him close and whispered that being his dad is the most important job that I have.

I don’t think that he liked my answer. He was really hoping that he could help me eliminate something so that I would have more time to play with him. Later after he went to bed I thought about it some more. I am busy, but they have me more than they realize.

My father had a regular schedule, but he didn’t show up at school as often as I do. He came to the important events, but didn’t hit the optional performances the way that I do. He didn’t work early in the morning or late at night the way that I sometimes do. But he didn’t find an hour in the middle of the afternoon that he could use to take my sisters and I out.

The point of this is simple. I can’t compare myself to my father or my childhood to the kids. They are different. All I can do is continue to try to do right by them. All I can do is continue to work hard for them and hope that we get it right. The hard part is that you can’t see the results of parenting until a number of years have passed.

It is a crazy thing, this parenting gig. I can’t help but think of that line from Superchicken, “You knew that the job was dangerous when you took it.” Well… I suppose that I did.

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  1. Marc Allred January 3, 2013 at 10:17 am

    I think you nailed the key point and hinted at a few other great ones. Our kids are the most important job – and the time we have to influence them for good is limited. I always think about the value I and others place on our jobs and I think the most good I will ever do is to teach my kids correct principles. No other accomplishment will compare.

    One key thing you’re kind of touching on in your post is about the current state of our economy. Ken Robinson in his book “Element” writes about this. He talks about it in a great TED talk you can find on youtube as well. Basically he says the old Industrial Revolution model of education, get a degree and get plugged into a job for 30 years, no longer exists. We do a disservice to our kids when that’s how we prepare them for the job market of the future. Robinson and others have talked about helping kids find their Element, the thing they love to do and make it something they do well, and that will be the greatest service we can do for them in creating a job – not finding a job. Because the days of getting a degree that will put you into a job are gone. It’s more like getting the experience to create the job you love.

    Love your ideas.
    -Marc Allred

    • Jack January 5, 2013 at 11:12 pm

      Hi Marc,

      I am familiar with that Ken Robinson talk- it is simply awesome. If memory serves I think Craig McBreen wrote a really good post about it.

      Anyhoo, we are on the same page here. I talk with the kids about what they need to do to gain some life/work experience so that they can do something more than grind it out each day.

      At least that is the goal, we’ll have to wait and see how it turns out.

  2. Brown Road Chronicles January 10, 2011 at 4:29 pm

    Nice post! You are right you can’t compare one way of raising kids to another. Everyone does it differently based on circumstances and no one way is necessarily right. It is a hard balance, I often feel that I don’t have enough time for my kids but I do try to get to most of their stuff and I am actively involved. There are still lots of guys in the world that can’t say that. You deserve Kudos for making that effort. Mom’s get alot of credit, as they should, but Dads are extremely important too.

  3. -gw- January 9, 2011 at 9:19 am


    This reminds me so much of my thoughts concerning my dad, me, my children and my grandchildren. The concept of generational social evolution has always fascinated me.

    Your post also caused me to recall an essay entitled, “Once More to the Lake” by E.B. White. The influence of past generations on future generations channelled through present generations within a family cannot be be denied.

    Again, great post.


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