Over the weekend my son and I cleaned out his closet. Old school papers, tiny mementos and a few stuffed animals made his “someday when I am married” box. My son hangs onto a keepsake box to share with his future wife and children.
He is only eight years old but has a desire one day to be a good father and husband (I confess I have been praying for him for a while now as well as my future daughter-in-law). He has felt this desire since he was four years old when he admitted it to me one day as I tucked him into bed.
He melted my heart.
As he has gotten older, he has become more succinct with his dreams and goals. He has decided he wants to be a major league baseball player, earn $10 million a year, buy a mansion (one for me, too), have two children, a dog, a wife and a skateboard. And, after he reaches those goals, he wants to go live in the woods with his best friend Dylan and be an adventurer and hunter during baseball’s offseason. I imagine I will be babysitting quite a bit at that point.
Of course, I am proud. I have had to catch myself not coaching him on what I want for him but rather nurture what he wants for himself and guide him thereafter.
And it has helped me refine my own goals, too. [Read more…]