Here's something I rediscovered as I was going through some old papers. I wrote this about a year before you were born.
To My Unborn Children:
I am your father; and as such feel duty bound to pass on to you all of the wisdom, all of the perceptions, all of the knowledge gleaned from chipping away at life's quarry for 41 years. Problem is, I strongly suspect our roles will be reversed; and from your first innocent day forward you will teach me more than I can presently imaging.
There is a meek and quiet voice in the back of my head that says I must provide for and nourish you such that you never shall suffer the pains, disappointments and heartaches in life that I believe I experienced. But a louder and bolder voice comes romping through saying:
(1) my pains, disappointments and heartaches in life weren't that big a deal,
(2) these same pains, disappointments and heartaches were the furnace I was forged in – for better or worse,
(3) if I'm so cool., and I helped bring you into this world, how can I not trust in the stock that is your heritage which will allow you the opportunity to make the best decisions for yourself and learn from your own mistakes; and
(4) it seems I held these things against my father more than anything else as I was growing into the self-righteous beast that I am today.
Dad
