Tom Matlack is a venture capitalist and a father. Guess where he has come closest to losing what’s truly important.
Let’s get a few things straight from the start.
- My kids (ages 18, 16, 7) are the most important thing, along with my wife, in my life. I love them so much it hurts.
- I work damn hard to make a lot of money.
- I really don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks.
- It has taken me decades to understand the importance of #3.
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As 21st century fathers we are in a double bind. We are suppose to be providers, making tons of money, and yet at the same time be hands-on dads. If feminism was born out of the desire of women to leave home and be treated equally in the workplace, giving rise to the Super Woman phenomenon in which women were supposed to be able to do it all, dads who have made their way back from the office, into the kitchen and the kids’ playroom, are now faced with a similar Super Man challenge in which we are expected to do it all and are unable to do anything as well as we would like.
I know. I have lived it.
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I’ll give you the short version because it’s so long ago now that it feels like a different lifetime. And frankly it still hurts.
In early adulthood I fell into the version of manhood that was all about career. I had been a competitive rower in college and a hard drinker shortly thereafter. I went to business school and realized I was better than I ever expected at math and making people like me. By the time I was 30 I had become Chief Financial Officer of a large company that I took public and then sold 90 days later for $2 billion.
Only problem was that I had two baby children I barely knew.
The week after I announced the big deal, the very thing I had thought would make me a real man, my then wife threw me out of the house. In a moment, I realized just how much my macho calculus had been wrong. All the money on the face of the planet wouldn’t make up for losing those two kids. The idea of not living with my own children threw me into pain so profound I can only describe it as the tearing of my own flesh. It left a scar on my heart that even fifteen years later has changed me forever.
When the deal closed I got a nice big check and was sent on my way, no longer needed or wanted by the acquiring company. For a year I lived in a furnished studio apartment that can only be described as depressing. I decided not to get another job but instead focus on spending what time I could with my kids and improving myself in the hopes of becoming a decent father.
A real turning point was that Christmas in 1996. I didn’t see my kids, who were one and three, because they were with their mom. December 28th I was in New York causing trouble with my friends. I woke up with the realization that I had to stop drinking and start taking a long, hard look at myself in the mirror.
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It would be another two years before I went back to an office and anything resembling a real job. I spent that time learning how to take care of my two kids on my own with no back-up whatsoever. I went to a ton of “Mommy and Me” classes, went to the playground, changed diapers, and fed them bottles. They always seemed to vomit on my watch. I was constantly pushing them around the Back Bay of Boston in a double stroller.
I will always cherish that time, even though in many ways it was very challenging. Not many dads get that kind of total immersion crash course in the nuts and bolts of fathering. I came to realize there is no one right way. And in fact the “right” way is what is hardwired into the soul. For me and my kids, I eventually found what came naturally. We’d go to the top of the Hancock Tower or run around the Tower Records that was just around the corner because they became our favorite activities. We listened to Harry Potter tapes, when they got old enough, whenever we were on a long drive even though we pretty soon knew them by heart because it was soothing to each of our souls.
I developed my own cherished rituals with the kids. Bedtime was, and has always, been something that I look forward to. It began with the simple feeding of a bottle to my then infant son in my bachelor pad for the first time. I inhaled his innocence and found myself in a way I never had before. No deal ever felt so good, never allowed me such a deep sense of peace.
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After two years of not working I started my own venture capital firm. I made sure to put our office around the corner from the kids’ school and playground. And I was greatly liberated by this little black pager looking box called a BlackBerry that allowed me freedom of movement while still being reachable. I kept up my week day hours with the kids even though they were during normal working hours because everyone knew where I was and could reach me if necessary. And I more than made up for it with late night follow up once the kids were in bed.
After six years on my own I found the perfect woman for me and got remarried. On Valentines Day, 2005 we had my third child. Cole is 11 years younger than his sister and 9 years younger than his brother.
One of the best parts of my 47 years has been the experience of raising Cole with my wife Elena from day one with none of the complexity that made my time with my big kids so challenging. Don’t get me wrong, I cherish every moment of solo parenting. But with Cole I was able to take all that I learned the hard way and just relax into the joy of fatherhood. And I got to watch Grace and Seamus adore their little brother. Nothing could warm the heart more than that kind of unconditional love.
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After my initial stumble with putting work before family, I have had my moments of getting dangerously close to the edge. Running a venture firm is not a small task specially since most of our investments were made just after the Internet Bubble burst. But my thinking was always informed by the idea that my kids come first no matter what. Yes, I am highly competitive and work very hard, even obsessively hard, at my career. But if my kids are suffering as a result I really don’t give a shit. The career goes out the window.
In a counter-intuitive sense, I think this attitude about my work has been an advantage. It has meant that I don’t view risk taking at work with the same kind of all-or-nothing fear that I often saw in my peers. They seemed to be so pre-occupied with getting their sense of identity and self-worth from financial success, that the very thought of failure often paralyzed them.
I had seen failure up close and personal, unfortunately, not in finance but in the eyes of my baby children. No lost deal or cratered start-up would ever be as bad as that. Not even close. So it liberated me to roll the dice where others might overthink an opportunity.
My very best investment of all time, a company called Art Technology Group, was one I stumbled upon during those first months of changing diapers and playing at the playground, when my heart was still in my throat most days, with the combined impact of getting sober and trying to learn how to be a dad on my own. I met a couple of MIT grads between “Mommy and Me” classes. A couple years later our collective company was worth over $5 billion.
I will never, ever value my career over my kids. But that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy a win just as much as the next guy.
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Tom, thanks sharing your story. It speaks loudly on the importance of finding work / family balance in your life – a question all fathers are faced with, no matter if they are billion-dollar investors or 9-5 workers. And I really do believe that “balance” is key here. Yes – like you, I will never make my children more important than my work or my career – but otoh, neither will I give up my work or the satisfaction I get from contribute to larger communities than my small family unit. I think it’s essential – for us and for… Read more »
Thank you for sharing your story. Powerful stuff.
Tom. Written such that one knows very clearly a little bit about you. Beautiful. This is my favourite part: “And in fact the “right” way is what is hardwired into the soul.” We take the long way around, sometimes, into growing into parenthood. For those of us lucky enough to stay home with our children there is no greater opportunity. And like you, for me, the thought of spending only 50% of my time with my children drove me to behaviour that in hindsight, was completely out of character, yet necessary to set me on the path I am on… Read more »
Many thanks Carla. I really appreciate it.
Tom, powerful … I really look forward to reading your articles. Nail on the head as usual
Thanks Tom.
I’m with you Tom. I have 5 children and 13 grandchildren and it took me a long time to figure out that making more and more money was not the path to love and success. I think its great you can be doing well financially, while still keeping your eye on what is really important–health, family, friends, and community. I think as more and more men are losing out on the money game and are being forced out of the “money market,” it gives us an opportunity to re-evaluate our lives. Perhaps our future vocation will not be centered on… Read more »
For sure Jed. That was of course at the core of the GMP idea…
Tom, Thank you for this post. It speaks to me on many levels and perspectives. As a mompreneur who made a decision to get a divorce and move cross-country just as my husband of 15 years exited rehab, I feel your words. I was the one who left the kids in his care though (after he was sober). We now have an amazing relationship and my daughter spent the year with me and I had the amazing experience of staying home with her (thanks to my amazing life partner here). We all have to work together to put the kids… Read more »
That sounds like an amazing story Brooke. Thanks for your kind words.
This is the best part of this awesome and vulnerable post:
“But if my kids are suffering as a result I really don’t give a shit. The career goes out the window.
In a counter-intuitive sense, I think this attitude about my work has been an advantage. It has meant that I don’t view risk taking at work with the same kind of all-or-nothing fear that I often saw in my peers. They seemed to be so pre-occupied with getting their sense of identity and self-worth from financial success…”
Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for your continued support Shawn.
That’s awesome Tom. I realized all that a long time ago, which is why I avoided a career that required a lot of travel and overtime. I had no interest in putting a career first over family. Unfortunately, doing the right thing doesn’t really matter because a relationship is only as strong as the weakest link and women are holding all the cards in divorce. A father’s relationship with his children is strongly dependant on the mother’s good will. The best father in the world can easily have his relationship with his children terminated or severely restricted by a vindictive… Read more »
yes i am painfully aware of the unfairness of divorce laws and the role of the dad in that circumstance…but no one can take away the determination to be a good dad