You see, the thing about kids is that they have their ways.
I’m not always sure how, but they insert themselves into every fibre of your being and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’ve been my weakest self and the thought of losing my kids has blown courage in my backbone.
I’ve felt invincible and yet tempered my strength for their safety. Opposing forces that constantly interplay with the express goal of having them be safe, confident and their best selves.
Every breath an act of defiance to the natural state of violence in nature.
Every move a step closer to them taking over their own lives and wielding who they become with pride.
Being a dad is always two things at the same time. Here, vulnerable but content.
Tomorrow, maybe tumultuous and sincere. Who knows?
For now I contemplate the day they find themselves and realize that I am only the platform that launches them into the stars.
Where they must eventually go I will not be a part of. I’m happy and I’m scared and I’m a little sad.
But with the good comes a lot of bad. I hope to make the good so overwhelmingly good that the bad almost seems worth it.
Love your people on purpose