A month ago, I ran into an acquaintance at a park. He had seen pictures of my friends and I taking a glassblowing class and it had inspired him to take a blacksmithing class. I asked him how it went and he told me it was the best weekend he'd had in five years. Then he spent the next ten minutes talking about how much his son had grown from the experience and how good a job he felt he had done as a father.
He didn't say one word about how much he liked it, or what he made, or anything at all about himself. The entire story was about his parenting.
He set an example I hope to, in a small way, follow.