What were our parents doing when they were our age?
I have pieces of my father’s earlier life in my mind—frog gigging and playing baseball and intramural sports as a youngster, dropping out of law school in favor of business school, fighting in Vietnam, cowboying in Wyoming, skiing in Colorado—but what was he really doing? I’m sure he smoked tons of pot in Vietnam; I’m sure he enjoyed a drink or two in his twenties. He’s a handsome man, so I’m sure there were women.
Pops is my hero, the one and only, and I would be proud to one day become the man he is today. He is ethical and he is passionate and he is disciplined and he is well-read and he is humble and he is as fun to spend time with as anyone I’ve ever met. When I was a teenager, he turned away longer hours and bigger dollars at work so he could meet me at the gym to shoot hoops after school.
Now, here I am as a young man, at a moment he once was. As time passes, I will travel. I will play in kickball leagues. I will work out at the gym. I will read as often as possible. I will eat tasty food. I will invest my money wisely. I will start businesses, successes and failures. I will watch the game with the fellas. I will meet great people and see wondrous places and hold ancient artifacts.
But, above all that, if I can be a father and a family man like him, my life will be complete.