Lessons From My Father
I have never watched The Big Bang Theory. I know people who love it, and I see the cast at awards shows. When Young Sheldon was introduced as a prequel series, I thought I had no reason in the world to ever watch that show. And I didn’t for 6 years.
For some reason I watched Young Sheldon on Netflix and became hooked. All of the characters have their upside. The father especially strikes a chord with me.
Set in the late 80’s “George” is a high school football coach. He and my dad have nothing remotely in common: George didn’t graduate from college. My dad graduated from OSU in the 40’s, when college graduates were less common. George comes home from work, pops open a beer, sits down at the only TV, and that is it for the night. Except when he takes his seat at the local bar.
My dad was the opposite: never drank a beer or anything, never sat down until later in the evening when his “chores’ were done and he was done fixing something. Never left the house to go to a bar.
Yet there is something so “Herbie” about George.
Both were committed to their family. George tries to do and say the right thing for each of his children, even when he has no idea in the world what is the right thing to say. He tries and tries. The football coach has a child prodigy for a son. While he has no idea what to say or do with him, he keeps trying.
My dad didn’t have a child prodigy. I think having two girls when he was raised with brothers, we might as well have been from another planet. He kept trying.
|