I want to say it's because of technology.
I find that I can't look back and think of the times that my "Dad" was silly with me. Now I don't often talk about my extended family other than my mother, as my family tree starts to resemble a family "stump" under scrutiny. Or a shrubbery. Whatever.
See, I had a Father, and a "Dad". Two separate guys. I spent roughly 24 years with my "Dad", and in that time I don't remember much silliness. I remember decency, and love, lots of lectures, hard work, and a good provider. I have good memories that attempt to counteract the ones that concluded our relationship, and plenty of serious memories to accompany the disappointment I handed him.
And now I'm a Father. And a "Dad". And I have plenty of serious and frustration to share with my kids...I was well taught. I try like hell to reign it in, but it's always there. And I can't remember much silliness back then, but it may have been there. So maybe it's because of technology. That I can tape it, shoot it, play it, broadcast it, archive it.
So when they look back at what kind of "Father" I was, or what kind of "Dad" I proved to be, maybe there will be more proof that I wasn't always angry.
for another ragin' Wordful Wednesday...
Also Thanks to 5 Minutes for Mom for "Wordless" Wednesday...I always have such a problem being wordless...