Having a kid on the way has made me think a lot about life. What’s my purpose? Am I living my life to the fullest? Am I living a life that my children can be proud of?
I don’t have the answers to all of those questions yet but it’s nice to know what my mission is, so to speak.
Be a nice person, love and provide for my family, create interesting things that are meaningful to others, teach my children to be problem solvers, and teach my children to be able to think on their own.
Obviously there’s more but I think that pretty much covers all the bases.
My wife and I were at a cousin’s third birthday today. Little dude wasn’t feeling so good and couldn’t wait to open presents. He rifled through them with purpose. It was interesting and hilarious. He also showed genuine excitement and went out of his way to find the special people in his life to say ‘thank you’. It was all so real and genuine.
That’s the thing, all children know is real. What else is there? For the most part, they haven’t been introduced to the evils of the world. They’ve never heard of racism and have never had their judgement clouded by peer pressure. They’ve never heard detrimental words and phrases like ‘popularity’ or ‘act your age’ or ‘fatso’, ‘four-eyes’, and ‘dweeb’.
“Racism isn’t born, folks, it’s taught. I have a two-year-old son. You know what he hates? Naps! End of list.” – Denis Leary
It’s cool to see how little kids operate and it blows my mind that I will have one of my own in just four short months. I’m terrified, nervous, and completely excited to play like a kid again.