My oldest son, Tyson, after soccer practice on Monday wanted to pass the ball with me for a bit and I was busy talking to one of the other parents. He launched a pass at me that knocked the wind out of me a little and after I berated him, he started to weep in the car saying,
"Dad, you don't play with me like you used to. You're always busy with something."
Yesterday, I arrived at home exhausted, not so much from the day of work, but I've started to ride my bike to and from work to get into shape and primarily to save on fuel costs as they continue to rise. It's 10 miles each way and coming home is all uphill. Yesterday, the wind was hitting me in the face at around 20mph. So, just getting home in under an hour was an accomplishment. As I'm standing in the bathroom washing my face off, my youngest son Derek opens the door and hands me my baseball glove and says,
"Dad, can we throw the ball out back?"I started to say "no" but then remembered who I am to my kids--their dad and amazingly the one they want to spend time with and be like. As I'm getting dressed to go play catch, Derek says,
"Dad, I'm going to look like you when I grow up, right?"
I had that on my mind when I watched this video this morning.
It's a great responsibility, but at this season of life, my most important role.
Thanks guys.
