Learning Chess

Dad taught me how to play chess. I haven't played in years. This would probably be a good thing for me to teach my girls. I think I was eleven or twelve years old. My younger girls are about that age.

We spent hours playing. He showed me the intricacies of the game. The way you have to think several moves ahead and strategize. That taught me a great lesson.

I tend to hurry through things most of the time, but when I know it is important, I strategize... I think about it for days... I rehearse in my mind what to do depending on what happens... all that stems from Dad teaching me to play chess.

I don't remember ever beating him, but that wasn't the goal, even though I'm sure I tried very hard. The goal was to learn to think for myself, to learn patience, to learn that life is not always handed to you on a silver platter. There are times you have to work hard at what you are trying to achieve. It was, and still is, a lesson that I need.

When I think back on it, it's quite amazing the life lessons that Dad taught me by simply being a great dad.

Thanks Dad!