It's taken me a long time to understand the lead-a-horse-to-water adage. I'll be 50 next month, and it still hurts to see them not drink... I am finally beginning to understand though. After years of beating my head into a wall.
Scout my friend, you will find that a time will come that your kids will come to understand that you have acquired SOME wisdom.
We sent my son to a tech school for auto mechanics. So certainly he knew more than his old man did. Yet one day, he was doing a brake job on his Bronco, and was struggling. At the time I was binge watching The Walking Dead, but decided I'd walk out to the driveway to see how he was progressing, because he should already have been done. The rotor, which HAD to be replaced was rusted and solidly frozen, so that he couldn't get it off. I walked over to his tool box, grabbed a BFH and gave it one solid hit with the hammer. It was instantly loose, and I went back to the couch to continue watching The Walking Dead.
One day, he was changing out the radiator on his Jeep. Again, I stayed out of the way until it was taking too long. Two issues came up.
1. there were four mounting bolts. The top two screwed into the upper radiator support, and the bottom two seemed to turn and turn but not come out.
I suggested that maybe they didn't have to come out and that they only acted as posts for the radiator to rest on, and when looking at the set up for the new radiator, where there was a slot so that it could slide over a bolt, that further confirmed my suspicion. When I presented my suggestion, of course, I was wrong, but a friend of his, who had a little more mechanical experience than he, told him that my suggestion had merit. Yeah, I was right and the radiator came right out.
2. then there was the issue that the new, replacement, radiator had two tubes coming out of the bottom of it that his original did not. There was a rubber cap over the ends of each tube, but they wouldn't hold any pressure. They were dust caps for the automatic transmission cooler lines. His standard trans didn't require trans oil cooling. The original radiator didn't have integral cooling lines for an auto trans. He was afraid that the new radiator would leak. I explained to him that they were coolant lines for an auto trans, that they were a separate system, and that they didn't need to be connected. If he wanted to check, he could blow into one, and feel the air come out of the other, and then block one, blow air into the other and there would be no air coming out of the top of the radiator. I might have been happier if he took my word for it, but was delighted when I saw that he tested me and blew air into the system to test it. I believe that I gained a new level of respect that day.
That was ten years ago. He would tick me off, in that he would do ALL the work on his friend's cars, whatever it was, yet he would give me the bare minimum of assistance when I was doing anything on mine. He gradually came around and is now more helpful.
Now here is a story that I love to tell.
Thanksgiving Day Parade in NYC.
My kids were probably 8 and 13.
We went to NYC to watch the Macy's Thanks Giving Day Parade.
As usual it was a damp, chilly (if not cold), threatening to rain, kind of day.
I dressed in a insulated mechanic's jumpsuit, with this really ugly smurf blue fleece hat. The hat came down around my ears, and the back of my neck. It was soft and cuddly and warm as heck (no self respecting teenager would be seen anywhere near that hat). Oh yeah... I was carrying two five gallon spackle buckets, one filled with thermoses of hot drinks and snacks, and the other with warm and weatherproof clothing, (just in case).
The plan for the spackle buckets was if we get there early enough, we could sit on them, if we got there late we could stand on them. IN the mean time everything in them would be protected from the elements.
During the five block walk from the bus terminal I heard my 12 y/o daughter tell my wife.... "let him walk a head of us... I don't want anyone to know he is with us!" I asked... "Does anyone want to help me carry one of these buckets?"
"Oh my God NO!"
I just smiled to myself.
When we got there, I put the buckets down on the ground. We were five people deep to the curb. It was challenging to see the parade. Immediately, my son grabbed a pail and stood up on it. He could see over every-one's heads! My daughter, on the other hand refused to submit and struggled to see between people, and on her toes, over them, but finally took a bucket and stood up on it!
We laugh about that till this day. That was a turning point for us.
Here is a pic of my son and Grandson 22 years later at the Macy's NYC Thanks Giving Day Parade.