I have so very much enjoyed walking with my sons as they grow up. Every single stage of their lives has been a joy and a wonder. From kicking a soccer ball in the yard to building an ice rink out back, to talking about “this girl I know,” to helping them with homework to discussing religion (ie., answering their questions as best I could and listening to their thoughts), to their budding political explorations, to college visits, graduations, new jobs, and now girlfriends and fiancés. All of it has been a blessing to me, and I look forward to a future where even as my body ages and diminishes, they will still be beacons of joy and love — and, I hope, pass it on. And if I have to lean on them, I think they’ll be there.
I have so very much enjoyed walking with my sons as they grow up. Every single stage of their lives has been a joy and a wonder. From kicking a soccer ball in the yard to building an ice rink out back, to talking about “this girl I know,” to helping them with homework to discussing religion (ie., answering their questions as best I could and listening to their thoughts), to their budding political explorations, to college visits, graduations, new jobs, and now girlfriends and fiancés. All of it has been a blessing to me, and I look forward to a future where even as my body ages and diminishes, they will still be beacons of joy and love — and, I hope, pass it on. And if I have to lean on them, I think they’ll be there.