My father and I couldn’t be more different. He’s conservative and traditional, while I’m a creative “free spirit.” He introduces himself to everyone, and I’m more reserved. I yearn for faraway places, and he’s a homebody.
We share a certain stubbornness, which is what kept me from listening to his advice for so many years. In your teens, your father seems like someone whom you can’t relate to, who’s trying to cramp your style and social life. In your 20s, you start to understand where he’s coming from.
Some might call him a redneck, but I call him Dad. And his Southernisms / words of wisdom are always lingering in the back of my mind when I’m on the road — whether I choose to heed them or not.