Anger Management

Forgiving Dad: A Freedom Song

Calvin Sandborn

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This is a guest essay, by author and attorney Calvin Sandborn, who wrote us the other day with regard to his book Becoming the Kind Father: A Son’s Journey.  Mr. Sandborn's topic is anger, specifically the anger his father expressed and taught him, and his own journey towards letting go of that anger and the harsh internal judgment that accompanies it.  A valuable topic to think on...  

On Father's Day I thought fondly of Dad. Which is odd, because I hated him when he was alive.

Dad was an angry, hard-swearing, tattooed man's man. He'd been an Alaska bush pilot, but by the time I came along he was a California traveling salesman, drinking himself to death.

When I was two he got drunk and threw my empty crib across the bedroom. When I was twelve, he challenged my brother to a fist fight. He routinely shouted at us in front of our friends. By the time I was 13, I wished he would die.

And then he did. I thought I had killed him. For the longest time I couldn't forgive myself. I was scared to death that I would damage someone else.

But four decades on, I've forgiven myself for hating him. More difficult, I've somehow forgiven myself for the Dad-like fury I inflicted on my own family.

To my surprise, as I became kinder to myself, I formed a more rounded picture of Dad. His anger had its reasons. His father died young, leaving him with a stepfather who favored his own kids. When Dad was 14, his preacher grandfather hauled him in front of the congregation and viciously denounced him for teaching other kids the Charleston.

Humiliated, Dad ran away from home and joined the carnival, growing up on the road with hardened carnies. In middle age, his sales job was crushing. He was a brilliant man with an eighth-grade education, reduced to knocking on doors and imploring merchants to buy advertising promotions like imprinted pens and squeeze coin purses.

But the biggest problem was that Dad never got in touch with his own pain, never learned how to process his tender feelings. Like many men, he'd been taught the lie that "Big boys don't cry" -- so he refused to seek out friends, and instead turned his pain into anger.

The anger kept shameful sorrow at bay. Swigging vodka straight from the bottle, he forced us to cry his tears.

This was the Dad I hated. But a funny thing happened after I forgave him. A different Dad returned from the shadows, borne by a flood of memory. I recall the times when he didn't drink:

It was evening at the river. I was five, and Dad was still young and strong. We were camping in the California Coast Range. Although I couldn't swim, I had wandered down to the river after dinner, and paddled an inner tube out to the middle of the big dark pool. I lay back in the inner tube, gazing at the cliff that loomed above, on the other side of the water.

Suddenly I slipped through the middle of the tube, and I was in the water, struggling. I sank into the cold dark water. As I struggled to the surface, I could see my Dad running down the beach, tearing off his shoes, and plunging powerfully into the river. Then I was under again, swallowing cold water, sinking into blackness ...

In a moment I was pushed powerfully to the surface. He had come up below me, pushing me to the air. As I gasped for air, he rose like a sea lion to the surface below me, and I was saved.

But then he swallowed water, and began to cough and struggle himself. "Dad!" I cried in a panic. He sank below me, and I again fell back into the black waters, gulping and sputtering, stepping on his head. As we sank, the murky yellow light of the world receded into darkness, with no sound but my thundering heartbeat.

I felt his hands grip my calves and place my feet firmly on his shoulders. Then, as in the game we'd often played, he drifted down and bounced back up from the river bottom, thrusting me to the surface. And then his tattooed arm was around my chest, towing me to safety. Keeping my face above the water, he coughed, then murmured, "It's OK, Cal. It's OK."

Finally we staggered onto the little sandy beach, and Dad hugged me. As I stood gasping, shivering, and crying, he hugged me to his heaving chest. Then he went over and got a towel out of the trailer, and wrapped it around me.

Later, as he heated hot chocolate on the Coleman stove he did the unusual - he sat me on his lap. After a while, he turned the Giants game on the radio, and we sipped hot chocolate while the sun sank behind the cliff.

By the end, I think Dad, like me, had totally forgotten that day. He forgot his goodness. I wish that, when he ruminated on his failures, he had been able to remember the good things. I wish that, when he thought of his years of unemployment, his bankruptcy, the jalopies he drove, his failed marriages, his destructive anger, he had been able to recall that day on the river. Most of all, I wish he'd had a Kind Father to remind him of the good things about himself -- his sense of humor, his charm, his ability to spin a story for a crowd, his compassion for the unfortunate, his intelligence, his ability to make a day's outing with a young boy into an exciting adventure.

I wish someone had told him that he did not have to be a Man of Steel -- that it was ok to be sad. I wish he had understood that he was no different than any of us, a mixture of good and bad. I wish he had realized that he could be forgiven, and that he could forgive.

The fact was, he didn't have to die alone in the Country of Resentment. There was room for him in the Country of Love.

Calvin Sandborn is the author of Becoming the Kind Father: A Son's Journey
For more on this book, see http://www.newsociety.com/bookid/3951




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