A Letter For The Week After
Twelve pieces of advice for the man trying to give his children everything and still be left, at the end of it, with a life of his own.
The morning after Father's Day is the most honest morning of the year for a father. The cards are on the kitchen counter. The breakfast plates are in the sink. The tie your daughter picked out is folded over the chair. Your wife is already in another room. The house is quiet in the way a house gets quiet when a celebration is over and the real life of the week begins to clear its throat.
You sit with your coffee. You think about your father. You think about your own children, sleeping or eating cereal or fighting with each other in another room. You think, somewhere in the back of your mind, about whether you are doing this well. About whether the work is going to be worth it. About whether there will be enough of you left at the end of the work to recognize as yourself.
This is a letter for that morning. Not for the day itself, when everyone is performing the role of celebrating you. For the day after, when you are alone with the question of whether you actually like the man you are becoming as you raise them.
A Note Before We Begin
You might reasonably wonder why a brand that makes men's accessories is writing a letter about fatherhood. The honest answer is in the workshop. KK is a father. Jay is a father. The hands on the bench in Brooklyn that cut the leather and stitch the elastic are, almost without exception, also hands that have held small children at three in the morning, or carried backpacks at school drop off, or signed a permission slip the night before it was due.
This letter is not from a marketing department. It is from a workshop full of men who are trying, each in their own way, to do the thing this letter is about. We pause between stitches to think about whether we are getting it right. Often, the answer is no. We are writing this anyway because the men who buy our work are, we have come to know, mostly asking the same question, and we thought it was worth saying out loud what we have been saying, in private, to ourselves.
"No man wants anyone in the world to be better than him, except for his own children. That hope is the most generous thing he will ever feel."
Twelve pieces of advice. Some you have heard before, in shapes that did not stick. We have tried, here, to give them shapes that might.
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One
Want them to be better than you. Mean it.
A man spends most of his life quietly competing with other men. He does not want his colleagues to outperform him. He does not want his brother to be richer than him. He does not want his neighbor to be admired more than he is. This is the small ugly engine of male achievement, and it has built nearly everything in the world that has been built. There is exactly one exception. He wants his children to be better than he is. Wealthier. Wiser. Kinder. Further along by the age he was when he started. That hope, when a man feels it honestly, is the most generous thing he will ever feel. It is also the only reliable proof that he has loved someone more than himself. Trust it. Spend on it. Lose sleep for it. Let it cost you what it has to cost.
Two
Inherit them your failures, not just your wins.
Most fathers protect their failures from their children. They tell the story of the promotion, not the firing. The marriage, not the years they nearly lost it. The deal that closed, not the three that did not. The instinct is protective and it backfires. A child raised only on the polished version of his father grows up believing that the path forward is supposed to look clean, and when his own path begins to be messy, which it will, he assumes he is failing in a way his father did not. Tell them the truth. The job you lost. The relationship you mishandled. The bet that did not pay. They will not respect you less for it. They will respect you for the first time as a man rather than as a monument, which is the only foundation a real relationship with an adult child is ever built on.
Three
Sit with their silence.
Most fathers cannot tolerate a quiet child. They fill the silence with questions. They cheerlead. They problem solve. They attempt, with the best intentions, to fix a mood they have not been invited to fix. The discipline is to sit beside the silent child and not do any of that. Read a book in the same room. Drive without putting on music. Eat dinner without prompting conversation. The child eventually learns that he can be quiet around you, and that he does not need to perform a mood to keep your attention. That permission, to be unentertaining in your presence, is one of the deepest forms of safety you can give him. It is also the one your children will tell their therapists about, decades from now, when they are explaining why home felt like home.
Four
Stop being the smartest person in the conversation, on purpose.
Somewhere between their thirteenth and seventeenth birthdays, your children begin to know things you do not know. Most fathers handle this badly. They argue. They downplay. They quietly resent it. The father who is going to be a father his adult children actually call is the man who, somewhere in this stretch, starts deferring on purpose. Ask them what they think before you tell them what you think. Then, more often than you want to, let their answer stand. You are not abandoning your authority. You are converting it from the kind that depends on being right to the kind that depends on being trusted. The first kind expires when they grow up. The second kind compounds for the rest of your life.
Five
Apologize for the absences, not just the explosions.
Most fathers, if they apologize at all, apologize for losing their temper. The apology is real and necessary and not enough. The harder apology, the one most fathers never make, is for the absence. For the times you were home but not present. For the questions you did not ask. For the school recital you missed and explained away. For the thing they were excited about that you dismissed because you were tired. Find one of those, this year, and name it specifically to the child it belongs to. Do not generalize. Do not apologize for being a busy father. Apologize for the Tuesday in October when she came home with the painting and you barely looked up. Watch what happens. The relationship will recalibrate in ways no amount of buying gifts ever could.
Six
Let them see you do something badly.
Pick up a new sport at forty. Learn a language you do not speak. Try a craft you are terrible at. The point is not to add a hobby. The point is to be, in the visible eye of your children, a beginner. They have only ever seen you good at things. They need to see, at least once, what it looks like when their father chooses, on purpose, to be incompetent for a while. The lesson that lands is not the skill you eventually pick up. It is the demonstration that growth, at any age, requires a willingness to be embarrassing for a stretch of time. The children of men who never let themselves be bad at anything grow up afraid to start anything they might not master. Show them the other path. Stumble in front of them.
Seven
Be the same man at home that you are at work.
There is a temptation, almost universal among men, to be one version of yourself in the office and another, looser, less governed version at home. To save the discipline for clients and the impatience for the family. To button up for strangers and unbutton, ungenerously, for the people closest to you. Reject it. The children, especially the older ones, can tell which version is which. They form their permanent opinion of you not from the man they meet at company events but from the man who comes home on a Thursday at eight, tired, and decides whether to greet them or walk past them. The work of being a man is being the same one in every room. The reward, eventually, is that your family stops being the place where you slack and starts being the place where you are most fully yourself.
Eight
Pick the hill you will actually die on.
Decide, while they are young, what the three or four things are that you will not negotiate. Honesty inside the house. Kindness to the people who serve you at restaurants. Real effort at school, whatever the grades end up being. Pick your list. Once you have it, enforce those things without compromise and let almost everything else slide. The father who fights every battle teaches his children to wait out his anger. The father who fights only the battles he has chosen teaches them how to recognize what actually matters in a life. The list itself is less important than the discipline of having one. Make yours. Then hold it.
Nine
Tell them what your father got wrong.
The stories you tell about your own father become the stories your children use to understand fathers in general. If every story you tell is reverent, you are not honoring your father. You are setting up your own children to feel ashamed when their own ordinary father, which is you, eventually disappoints them. Tell them the truth, without bitterness. Where your father was absent. Where he was harsher than he needed to be. Where he was wrong about something that mattered. You are not airing grievance. You are giving your children the gift of permission to see fathers as men, including, eventually, you. That permission is what allows them, much later, to forgive you the way they will need to.
Ten
Eat at the table they eat at.
Sit at the kitchen table when they eat. Eat what they are eating, whenever you can. Do not run a household in which the men and the children are on different schedules and different menus. The conversations at the table will mostly be forgotten. The fact that you were at the table, eating the same food, on the same evening, is the foundation memory. They will not be able to tell you, when they are grown, why their childhood felt secure. The table is half the answer. The other half is everything else in this letter, but the table is where most of it actually happens.
Eleven
Show them what loyalty without leverage looks like.
Be loyal to a friend who can do nothing for you. Defend a colleague who has lost his job and will not be in a position to defend you back. Send money to a relative without making it a story. The children are watching how you treat people who cannot return the favor, and that is where they learn what your loyalty is actually worth. A father whose loyalty extends only to useful people teaches his children to be transactional, and they will be, for the rest of their lives, including with you. A father whose loyalty extends to the people who cannot help him teaches his children what character is. The lesson is delivered entirely by example. They are not listening to your words on this one. They are watching the phone calls.
Twelve
Stop performing the role.
At some point, the men who became real fathers stop performing the role of father and simply start being themselves around their children. The transition is one of the great pleasures of midlife. You stop being the patriarch and become the person. You make a joke that does not quite land. You admit you do not know what to do about something. You ask their advice and actually take it. The performance ends. The relationship begins. Try to start this transition earlier than your own father did. Try it before the children leave the house. The reward is that you spend the second half of your fatherhood with adult children who actually know you, rather than ones who know only the role you played in front of them when you thought it mattered.
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A Closing Thought
The man, and the father, are the same project.
There is a quiet temptation, in the years when the children are young, to believe that the man and the father are two different projects, and that the father is the one that gets the time. The man, you tell yourself, will be taken care of later. After the children are grown. When the dust settles. When the work eases.
It does not work that way. The dust does not settle on its own schedule. The children grow up faster than the years you imagined you had. The man you were planning to return to is, in fact, the man you have been all along, shaped by every Tuesday morning, every apology made or skipped, every silence sat with or filled, every dinner eaten at the table or somewhere else.
Be the man and the father at the same time. They are not in competition. They are the same project, lived out under two names. The day you finally see this, somewhere around your fortieth birthday or your fiftieth, is the day the work begins to feel less like sacrifice and more like the privilege it always was.
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From The Workshop
For the men who hold the line.
We make a small thing in Brooklyn, by hand, that has very little to do with most of what is in this letter. A suspender holds a trouser. That is its job. It does that job better when it has been made carefully, with full grain leather and herringbone elastic and hardware chosen by people who have been doing this kind of work for a long time.
The men who buy our work are largely the same men who are doing the work this letter is about. They wear our pieces to the school plays and to the weddings of their daughters and to the funerals of their own fathers. They wear them under the suits they put on to go to the rooms that will pay for their children's futures. They wear them on the mornings when they need a small piece of dignity to put themselves together for the day ahead.
We are glad to be a small part of how a man holds himself together while he does this work. From a workshop full of fathers, to whatever room you are reading this in, keep going. Your children, and the man you are when they are grown, will both be glad you did.
For The Men Who Hold The Line
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