58 AND 10: THE BEST OF ME

“That’s what dads do – they pass the best of themselves on to their kids.” – former New Orleans Saint Steve Gleason, who is battling ALS, to his newborn son, Rivers.

There are many moments in the film Gleason that will grab your heart, but it’s that line that has stuck with me every day since I first watched the trailer a week or so ago. There are lots of reasons for that. ALS is fatal. There is no cure. Gleason’s diagnosis came just after he and his wife found out they’d be having a son. Gleason is running out of time, so he decided to chronicle his last years for his son — an act of love that won’t be understood until long after he’s gone. That’s the subject of the film. It’s heart-breaking stuff.

Then, there’s my circumstances and background when it comes to fatherhood. Let me boil 10,000 words into a few. I grew up without a dad. My parents were teenagers when I was born and I was given up for adoption. My adoptive parents were divorced when I was three. I had no contact with my adoptive dad between then and when he passed away 11 years later. I was 14. Stay with me here . . . 

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Then, not knowing I was adopted in the first place, I was working at The Journal when I was informed by letter that my biological father was looking for me. I was 35 when we first met. He was only 54. I’ll never forget that moment. His name was Harold and I looked just like him. He could have been my older brother. He passed away last September.  I knew him as a man, not a father.

All of which brings me to today, Aug. 16, 2016. My son Sam, who arrived on my 48th birthday, turns 10. I’ve written about Sam and his dramatic arrival into the world here and here. So here I am today, blowing out 58 candles on the cake, feeling reflective as I tend to be at this time of year, thinking about the little boy who is the joy of my life and wondering about that quote from Gleason. What’s the best of me? How do I pass that on? Nobody showed me. Is there a manual or something?

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Thankfully, I’m not facing the gut-wrenching circumstances and timeline Gleason and his beautiful boy Rivers are, but given my age when Sam was born and our ages today, I am — always have been — aware of time. I’ll be 65 when Sam is 17. If he gets married at 25, I’ll be 73. Damn sure better hurry up with the grandchildren, boy. On and on. Hell, I’m old enough to be the dad of most of the parents of the kids in Sam’s Grade 5 class. Nice of grampa to pick up Sam after school every day. “Shut it. I’m his dad.” I digress.

So, what is the best of me? How do I give it to Sam? Being a paint-by-numbers dad rather than any kind of artist at fatherhood, there was a time when I thought the best of me meant working diligently to be a great provider. I brought home a nice pay cheque from a job I loved doing. Dad travels with the Oilers. Dad knows fill-in-name-of-player here. “Sam, your dad has a cool job.” Yes, Sam would occasionally show up at the dressing room, he’d meet so-and-so and get a signed puck. High-five. All good. What else? 

What I’ve come to fully understand these past 10 years is what I pretty much knew coming in because I grew up without it. The most important thing I can give Sam as a father, the best of me, is time. That’s not-stop-the-presses stuff for those of you blessed with that by your fathers and remember it – as a kid I envied you — or those of us who didn’t. Either way, it leaves an impression that lasts a lifetime. Time is free, but it damn sure isn’t unlimited. We all run out of it eventually.

As creaky as I’m getting, I’m all in. Sam is every bit as happy now tossing a football in the backyard, hacking away at golf balls out on the driving range or kicking a soccer ball around as he ever was meeting so-and-so. During soccer games with his team, Sam will glance over during the play and wave to Analyn and I, much to the chagrin of his coach. We wave back. He beams. Then, there’s the ride home. “Dad, did you see . . ?” Yes. Yes, I did. Sam has played two full seasons now. He hasn’t scored a goal. I don’t care. and neither does he. As long as I’m there. I’m so proud of him. I tell him so after every game. With no scoring title on the horizon, that’s good enough for him.

I’d have given anything for that.

DOWN THE ROAD WE GO

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The best of me? My only blueprint is him. Sam is still at an age when he hugs me every day. This item has been a two-hug writing so far. He’s still at an age when he tells me he loves me every day. We still hold hands when we walk to the car after school or go shopping in the supermarket. I’ll hold on to that for as long as I can because I know at some point that’ll change. Just not yet. 

Every year Sam asks me what I want for my birthday. Every year I tell him the same thing. He is the greatest gift of all and there is simply no bettering his arrival, early as it was, at 7:11 p.m. on Aug. 16, 2006, so there’s no use trying. I’ve got everything I need. Every year he says, “OK,” and then he makes me a birthday card with hearts on it and makes me cry like a baby anyway. 

Likewise, every year I ask Sam what he wants for his birthday. A new bike here. A video game there. This, that and the other thing. And every year, with the wrapping paper not long shredded and my card for him just read, he’ll say, “Dad, can we go to the park? Dad, can we throw the ball around? Can we go for a drive?” Of course we can. So, off we go, hand in hand. 

The best of me at 58 and 10? That, without any question, is Samuel Charles Robin Brownlee. I will continue to tell him so and show him so for as long as time allows. For however long I have time to give, it is his. That’s what dads do.

Happy Birthday, baby boy.

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  • Love the honesty of this Brownlee. Too bad someone was cutting all the onions at my place while I was reading it.

    My daughter had her first birthday yesterday and I’ve been reflecting a lot on what it means to be a father. This story hits the nail on the head – thank you for sharing it with us.

  • Hey Robin, wow, what a read.

    I’m relatively young (29), but my wife and I have been trying to start a family for a few years now. Every month that passes teaches us the lesson of how precious the gift of a child is. Amazing and inspirational to read your words on this very subject.

    I also think of my own Dad. We live apart, really far apart, as we live in East Africa doing work here and my folks are still home in Alberta. Again, it teaches you the lesson of how precious time spent with loved ones is. My Dad is amazing, stalwart, faithful, kind and funny. Super smart as well. Hard to be away, but it’s a sacrifice made for the job we have to do.

    One thing that we can always talk about is the Oilers. There have been a few times where I’ll wake up in the middle of the night to watch a game live, (there are no regional blackouts on NHL Gamecenter in Uganda!) and we get on the phone or start texting back and forth so we can watch it together.

    I always make sure to tell him I love him, and he does the same to me. Thank you for helping me to be thankful for my Dad today.

    Happy Birthday to you and Sam.

  • positivebrontefan

    Happy Birthday to you and Sam.

    Thanks for sharing, I have two daughters, 10 and 12 and they are growing up so fast. I have to keep reminding myself, I don’t have too much more time to get it right. You only get one shot at getting it right with your kids and it sounds like you are doing a great job with young Sam.
    Congrats again.

  • slats-west

    RB

    I’m 50 and have a 7,14, and 19 year old – same beautiful wife!

    I feel my difficulty is like a lot of dads that you so eloquently pointed out -“… time is free but not unlimited”. As a parent I wanted to be the dad that could provide things I never got, the job I have is good and accomplishes this but for weeks on end it can absorb me. Reliance on friends to drive to practices/games which are then missed altogether, missed school concerts, out of town for first day of Grade 1…. And for what?

    Thanks for the wake up call Robin.

    Other dads out there I challenge you this year to put family first and never miss any of that, play with your kids, laugh with them and get your 2 HUGS/ day.

    … Damn allergies …..sniff.

    .

  • Oilitsinyoutogive

    Robin,I’ll keep this short but it needs to be said. I come here to read about hockey, but the reason I keep coming back every year are the articles yourself and Gregor write in regards to your kid and his father. You may be sports writers but these articles elicit more emotion than most authors could ever hope to achieve in a whole career. Cudos guys. My hat off to both of you for pouring your hearts out and showing your true sides.