Dear Son, as your learning accelerates in fifth grade, you know how challenging it can be to score well in every subject. It’s far easier to excel in what you love.
While you are cognizant of Life’s Big Choices because of who your dad is, mostly, these ideas are what 11-year olds could care less about. Remember who you are and what, and why, you’ve been taught.
Dear Son, use caution when dreaming. There’s a time and a place for dreaming, it would seem. The challenge is discerning this. At 52, maybe I’m dreaming too big. Maybe it’s too much, too late.
Who am I to think it’s possible to change our educational, parenting and personal responsibility paradigms? For today anyway, it’s feeling quite impossible.
Dear Son, I almost caved while we were on Sanibel Island. The thought of you turning 11 today and the promise I made to be the best Dad I could were the keys to not falling.
Earlier this summer when I asked you if you could ever see your Dad drinking a beer, and you said, “You? No way!”
Cheryl interviewed me for a job in 1979 at West Chester State College.
She was engaged to be married to her high school sweet heart (not me).
I had found the woman I wanted to marry (not Cheryl).
Neither plan worked out, but I did get the job.
Rhode Island, June 16, 2011
Dear Son, every day is Father’s Day. Your Mother and I suffered through an invisible disability, infertility. Parenting is not an entitlement for some couples.
Spending our life savings, struggling for 8 years with pathetic odds, with no guarantee – heart wrenching. Doing our bear hug every day after school – priceless.
I hope every parent can comprehend the wealth children bring.
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