Two Myles guys +
the Never Ending Pasta Bowl +
man-to-man stuff =
an amazing hang time with "this guy" tonight.
It's an odd thing to be someone's dad.
That's not at all a critique, but rather a humble reality. I love my kids beyond measure.
What I mean is that I feel the weight of my words as they're coming out of my mouth and understand how they will be received by my sons and daughter.
Tonight was a good example... my 13-year old and I have started going through the book "Preparing Your Son For Every Man's Battle." That's all you're going to know about a good part of our discussion, as the fearless conversation we were able to have together is rooted in relational trust.
I again felt the power of my words as I shared how this experience was something I wish I had growing up on the other end with my own dad, but that perhaps because of that gap the one I was having now was that much more intentional. He listened as I shared about how much of my own walk into manhood was full of guessing that he doesn't have to settle for, and that he's not alone in whatever he navigates.
At the end of the night? He asked if I would write all of this down. He said a lot of what I said tonight are things he doesn't want to forget, and hopes to reference back to them in the future as needed.
Parenting is full of such never ending opportunities.
We can't control what has been handed down to us.
We do have a say in what we will hand the next generation.
“Sons are a heritage from the LORD, children a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one’s youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies in the gate.” (Psalm 127:3-5)