What She Wore:Grey t-shirt; jean capris; gray, slip-on tennis shoes.
Lately, I’ve been watching some of the boys at school go astray. I know that this is the age for this, and I also know that nothing is written in stone, but it still makes me sad. It got me thinking about what sort of things I would want for my own son. Here’s what I came up with:
I hope you find someone who understands you, and I hope you marry her and make a life together. I hope you don’t confuse drinking and partying with a life. I’m not saying you should never drink or party, but I would hate for you to awake at thirty-five and find that all you have is a series of good stories and a beer belly. I want more for you than that.
I hope you figure out sooner rather than later that being part of the crowd is over-rated. The things that make you different are what make you valuable. There will be people who recognize your unique worth–just don’t expect to meet any of them in Junior High.
I hope you don’t sacrifice your values for someone else, be it a girlfriend, best friend, or even me. You’ll regret it.
I hope you find something that you love to do and pursue it with all your heart. We all need a passion.
I hope you never forget what it’s really about: friends and family. I hope to give you a home full of these, and when you have your own home, I hope it will be just as full.
And finally, when you pick your profession, I hope you pick something that feels valuable. There’s nothing harder than getting up in the morning to pursue somebody else’s dream.