Welcome to the Daily Dad podcast, where we provide one lesson every single day to help you with your most important job, being a parent.

I'm Ryan Holiday, and I draw these lessons from ancient philosophy, modern psychology, practical wisdom, and insights from

parents just like you all over the world. Thank you for listening, and we hope this helps.

As you know, a big part of my morning routine is a walk. I've never gone for a walk and not thought, I'm so glad I did that. I always feel

that way. And lately, I've been walking in my Hoka Mach 6s, and so have my kids and my wife,

because we've all got matching pairs. It's a light, fast, and undeniably comfy shoe. It's got a

kid's specific design, and the fit will free free your kids inner speedster for a daily fun.

To learn more about the kids' mock six shoe, visit today's show notes and check it out. What are they seeing from you? It's not just that we don't tell our kids how proud of them we are,

as we've been talking about a lot here recently. It's not just that we don't encourage and celebrate

them enough. It's not just that they don't see how much they impress us. It's what they see and hear instead. They hear the reprimands. They hear the criticism. They see us

distracted. They see us get upset. They see us leave them for hours at a time to go do God knows

what. They hear us tell them to be quiet and leave them alone. They hear us say, how could you

be so stupid? Is it any wonder

that they don't know how much they mean to us? We were recently talking about the haunting grief of a man

that the 16th century French essayist Montaigne knew and what the man felt after losing his son.

And all that poor boy saw of me, the bereft father recounted, was a frowning

face full of scorn. He is gone, believing I was unable to love him or judge him as he deserved.

Whom was I keeping it for, that knowledge of the special love I harbored for him and my soul?

Should I have not felt all the pleasure of it and all the bonds of

gratitude? I forced myself. He said, I tortured myself to keep up that silly mask, thereby losing the

joy of his company and his goodwill as well, which must have been cold towards me. He had never

received anything from me but brusqueness or knowing anything but a tyranness facade.

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