This past week I replaced a couple of broken posts in my fence. Sebastien popped out and started to help out. He dug a bit, he helped with a couple of screws, and he helped me move some stuff around and line it up. I mean, he actually helped move the project along rather than simply slow me down! As I enjoyed this moment, my thoughts turned back to similar moments in my youth helping my own father out with some kind of fix-it project in the mid 1970's.
Now I think, does every father live in two places at once every time this happens? My son helping me connected to my own (albeit distant past) helping my dad? Did my dad think about helping his own father some 60 years ago and did my grandfather in turn have that metacognitive moment back in 1950's?
As every small boy feels the pride of the first time "helping Dad", does it reverberate through the generations like dominoes?
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