My Dad taught me many things, but most of the
things I learned were a result of watching him and then attempting
to do what he did while he patiently watched. He didn’t speak much
except to warn me about the things that would cause me harm in the
process. I learned quickly to pay attention when he did
speak.
One day, after I had struggled for hours until I
was exhausted trying to break up a heavy piece of concrete that had
to be replaced in our yard with a sledgehammer, I sat down and
decided that I couldn’t do it. I was was a Senior in high school and
bigger than my Dad by that time and I worked out, played sports, and
was one of the strongest boys in school. In spite of my muscles, I
had swung the hammer mightily and only managed to break off a few
chips.

I didn’t know that my Dad had been watching me
struggle from inside the house and, after a few minutes, of watching
me sit and shake my head, he came outside, grabbed a shovel, used it
like a lever to pry one end of the slab up, and kicked a rock under
it. With one end of the slab off of the ground about an inch, he
reached over, grabbed a small hammer, and with a couple of
relatively small hits, he broke the slab in two. The slab was easy
to break without the support of the ground under it.
“Why
didn’t you come out and show me that hours ago”, I complained. He
looked at me, smiled, and said, “Let me tell you a story”. I was all
ears to hear why he had allowed me to struggle so
hard.
“One
day this guy was hiking in the woods and he noticed a butterfly
trying to fight its way out of its cocoon through a small hole. The
man decided to stop and
eat his sandwich while he watched.
"After
he was done with his sandwich, he saw that the butterfly didn’t seem
to have made any progress and had stopped trying so, he took out his
pocketknife and made the opening in the cocoon big enough for the
butterfly to come out. The butterfly soon crawled out, but its body
was all swollen and its wings were crumpled. The guy kept watching
the butterfly expecting its body to shrink and its wings to fill out
so that it could fly off.
What the guy
didn’t realize was that had the butterfly managed to squeeze through
the small hole in its cocoon, the fluids in its body would have been
forced out and into the veins in its wings providing them with the
structure that they needed. The wings would have been spread out and
the butterfly would have been able to fly. Instead, the man had
prevented the butterfly’s development by trying to help it.”
“You’re a pretty
strong boy”, my Dad said, “but you aren’t going to get ahead with
your muscles. I have watched you do things like this many times and
you have always figured out how to get them done with your brain”.
“I think that you would have figured this out too, but we need to
get this out of here today. The concrete’s going to be here in the
morning and I think you were ready to listen”.
“Remember this when
you have kids”, he said. “I think I can handle things from here”,
I said. “I know you can”, he replied as he walked back into the
house.