The boy was small, slightly built,
poorly co-ordinated, lacking speed.
His father loudly bemoaned
his dreams when the boy was
crushed beneath schoolboy
rugby scrums, left limping,
bruised all over.
At high school the boy found hockey
playing often at all school games.
Release at last !
His father, disgusted, attended no matches.
Later the boy ran cross country
with stamina in his wiry frame.
Once they reached adulthood
father was ready for his children’s company,
to lead his son into his adult world.
He found him a place in his yachting crew.
The boy turned it down.
Father was bewildered.
Previously posted May 2016.
lifecameos 
The wisest advice I was given when pregnant was that babies/children are individuals from birth, the parent is there to help them discover who they are. You cannot change them, but must love, accept and guide them. Your Father always wanted things, especially his children. on his terms it seems.
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Very true. And there were many like him among his own generation.
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Yes, my mother for example — I was supposed to grow up just like her. I didn’t!
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Well done !! It has been a hard path to breaking the mold.
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