How to iron a shirt.
How to build a fire.
How to determine when it’s time to seek shelter and when it’s time to push through.
How to play that tricky F sharp minor bar chord on a guitar.
How to make yucky chicken palatable. (Chocolate sauce. Duh)
How to sleep in a tent, in a lean-to, in a yurt, in a cabin.
How to be a great friend.
How to fit every single dish from a big dinner into the dishwasher (irrespective of just how clean they actually get).
How to put the slipped chain back on your bike.
How to climb a mountain.
How to get back down.
How to make great pancakes.
How to let everyone else go on talking while you quietly assess a situation.
How to build a community.
How to remain calm and rational in times of crisis.
How to carry your own gear.
How the hardest things are sometimes the most important ones.
How to enjoy an occasional glass of good scotch, a nice glass of good wine or a beer or two (to be filed away for later use).
How to pay attention to details, even (especially) when you are tired, cold/ hot, frustrated, late or busy.
How to put your heart and soul into your family, even when it’s challenging.
How to communicate the depth of your love without so many words because words may not be your thing: a hug, a quiet walk together after dinner, a midnight review of quadratic equations.
Happy Father’s Day, my love. Thank you for all you’ve taught our children – and me.
Wishing a wonderful day to all fathers everywhere who nurture the potential in each of their children, making the world a better place for all of us.