When my daughter was small I looked forward to giving her advice. In fact， I sincerely believe that she also enjoyed it. For the most important thing a Dad can do is get his child ready for life. Not that I ever thought I was ready but at least I have been able to survive my years， so far. She used to sit real close to me or on my lap and I would explain the mysteries of life to her. I would tell her of morals and ethics that made life as good as it can possibly be. Years later， when my daughter hit the wonderful teenaged years， she didn’t accept my advice as she did in the past. In fact， she obviously dreaded it. However， I gave it to her anyway because I wanted her to survive her teenaged years. I survived them so why shouldn’t she listen to me and take in the knowledge that I had from the experiences of my past. For years she never came to me for advice but I continued to submit it. Now that I think of it， my father did the same.
Soon， too soon， she left and started her own life. It was as though our separation necessitated that she would once again need， and seek out， my advice. At first this was a good thing， in that I appreciated the fact that she thought my wisdom was worth the time. After a while I came to the realization that I might not always be right. I started to fear my own answers to her questions.
My daughter is not the only person in my life that asks for advice. My wife does it in an odd way. I know she knows the answer to her question but it is almost as though she wants to combine mine with hers. Sometimes when I give her advice she takes it in and basically makes her own decisions. Other times she gives me that odd look that asks， “What planet were you born on？” Either way I do my best.
My parents have started to ask for my advice. This was very difficult for me to understand. Most of my life my father and mother were the ones to direct me on how I should handle certain situations. They were the ones who survived their years so that they could direct me toward correct decisions. Now the roles seem to be reversed. I guess I should take it as a compliment because this shifting of roles means that they have finally come to the realization that I am capable of making correct choices. Now， if I could only believe this same realization and finally relax in my new role.
My folk’s questions usually surround their preparation for the final stages of their lives. I hate these situations because， if I admit that they are getting old， I am literally resigning myself to the fact that I am not far off. I answer their questions as best as I can， praying that I am advising them to do the right things but how could I possibly know？ Unlike giving advice to my daughter， giving advice to my parents involves me guessing what to do without the experience of going through what they are presently going through. I guess they ask me because they trust me， like I have always trusted them.
I am a teacher. In fact， I am a high school teacher who works with young adults who are about to embark on careers that include college， the military， or work. Every day I am asked questions concerning how they should organize for their futures， away from a life that centered on their public school. Most people don’t realize that graduating from high school is one of the last “rights of passag” our society has. This is true because these young children are leaving a time that had taken up over 75% of their young lives.
So， I advice them as to what industries will be important when they get out of college； what military service they should look into， in order to achieve what they think they want to achieve. Sometimes just to tell these young men and women that life is a wonderful thing and that they are fortunate to be in a stage of their lives where they are about to become adults. Every time they leave I pray that I gave them good advice. I know I did my best.
Sometimes people I don’t know ask for my advice. The parents of my students usually ask what they should do to make their child’s future bright. Sometimes they ask what they should do because their child doesn’t listen or doesn’t believe what they are telling them. I assume they ask me because they believe a teacher should know the answers. Either that or they look at my gray hair and beard and believe that my age necessitates my ability to know.
The basic problem with Webster’s definition of advice is that it doesn’t take into account the advisor. Does the advisor understand the problem and have the ability to help with a decision？ In the past， did I give my daughter， parents， students， and strangers the correct advice？
I think I’ll give my daughter a call and ask her for some advice！
韦氏字典中“建议”一词的定义如下：“对某种行为提出意见或忠告。”
“我需要些建议”是英语中很令人厌恶的话语之一。之所以这样说，是因为在无任何预兆的情况下，给出建议的人总要面对那些未知的事情。在这方面，我的女儿是专家。最近，我总能预测到她打电话的时间，而且总是在万事如意的情况下电话铃就响起了，就像是我总是向女儿暗示：我已经准备好了！对于这种无法逃避的事，我总是很坦然。“爸爸。”电话总这样开始。其实“爸爸”这个词，并不像它的叫法那么重要。听起来女儿的叫法就像是在问人问题，又不想让别人听到似的。也就是说，她的声音比耳语还要低。我知道，她知道我在听电话，因为电话是她打来的，而且她也听出了我的声音。而“爸爸”这个词好像是我告诉自己最好作好准备的信号。
女儿小的时候，我渴望能给她建议。事实上，她也会很高兴地接受，这一点我深信不疑。让孩子对生活有所准备，是父亲最重要的事情。对此，倒不是我已作好准备，但至少我已在社会上生存这么多年。她过去常常坐在我身旁，或趴在我的膝上，让我给她解释她生活中的困惑。我会给她讲伦理和道德，让生活更有意义。几年后，女儿到了花季年龄，不再像儿时那样接受我的建议了。事实上，看得出来，她对此已有些畏惧。我希望她能平稳地度过花季，所以无论怎样，我还是给了她建议。我非常理解，为何她不接受我的建议和我积累的经验。多年来，她都未曾向我征求过建议，但我还是会给她。现在想想，父亲当年也是这样对我的！
时光如梭，她离开家开始了自己的生活。似乎相隔两处，反而使她再次需要征求我的建议了。首先这很好，从这件事上可以看出，她觉得我的智慧还是能经受住时间考验的。后来，我觉得我有时也犯错。因此，对于她的问题，我开始有些害怕回答了。
在我的一生中，并不只有女儿向我征求意见。妻子总是做事诡秘，她知道如何解决问题，但总是希望我们俩的答案能一致。有时她也接受我的建议，但基本上，还是自己作决定。其他时候，她则神经兮兮地看着我，那种表情似乎在问：“你是哪个星球来的？”不管用哪种方式，我都尽量使她满意。
生命中，很多时候，都是父母教我为人处世的方法，他们依据自己多年的处世经验帮我作出正确的选择。现在，他们反而向我征求建议，这倒让我难以理解了。我们似乎互换了角色。这种角色的互换意味着，他们意识到我已经能正确地作出选择，是在夸我。现在，假如我自己也能意识到这一点，那么我又有了新的角色。