Hello Senior Year


Well here we go. It is the start of the senior year for Conner and of course I know it will go by fast. It is almost cliché to talk about how time flies but these 17 years have gone by in a blink of an eye.

I am little reflective now thinking back to the parent I have been for him. Regrets? Yes I do have some and can think of many ways I could have been a better father.

I do not regret for a moment the choices we made to live our lives centered around being as good of parents we could and supporting our child with time together. Sure, Michelle and I could have thrown everything at climbing the corporate ladder and chasing stuff. The result may have been a bigger house, fancier vacations and newer cars. But at what price for these things? 

They mean nothing if it leads to a debt of regret for missed opportunities in the short 18 years we got to spend time with this great guy. 

Having lost our father's at young ages, Michelle and I both have fully understood the privilege of being mom and dad.  

I know in my heart that Conner has the foundation he needs to be a success. I am not talking success in career necessarily. Yes he has big dreams in that area. I am talking the area that really counts and that is success as a man of integrity and as a servant of God.


Thank you Conner for bringing so much joy to our lives. Your future is bright no matter where it is going to lead you. 


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