As parents, we all want specific things for our children.
We lay awake at night for the months before they’re born thinking about all the great things they could do/be: quarterback, ballerina, college professor, curer of cancer, world traveler, MVP, movie star, etc..
We want them to grow up and follow in the footsteps that we’ve already laid out. Maybe not the exact steps, but the basics: do well in school, participate in church, graduate, go to college, get a good job, find a spouse, have children, etc…
Somewhere in all of this planning though, we forget that these little babies we’re holding in our arms are actually people too. That they get to make their own choices and decisions, and that that’s ok.
I sat across a porch last weekend and watched as Einstein carried on a lengthy conversation with his Grandpa. They were talking about family. Grandpa focused mostly on church and how that influenced who and where the family went throughout their lives. Einstein focused on individuality and the core of who a person is and wants to be; their determination and drive. They were saying the same things and agreeing on most points of the topic, but coming at it from entirely different perspectives.
I watched the conversation continue for a long time. It was fascinating to hear the differences, but to see the similarities. This family that I was born into, that my children have in their own blood is a very strong, loyal and stoic bunch. Even though I don’t “follow the rules” or “walk in the footsteps” my parents planned for me when I was an infant, I still want the same basic things for my kids that they did for me. I may see things differently than most of my relations, but I still believe in goodness and finding happiness.
I realized last weekend that even though we may not always agree with our parents and grandparents on the finer points of life, in the end, we’re still a product of our blood. For me, the same characteristics that my ancestors used – to sacrifice everything they knew and push handcarts and drive teams of oxen across the plains, then carve a life from nothing in the harsh Rocky Mountains because they believed in something so strongly and wanted better for their families – flows through my veins. That same determinations, drive for better, and desire to at-all-costs provide for our family, that’s not taught, that’s ingrained inside us.
Last weekend I was Family Proud, not just for my boys, but for my children’s children as well.
Also, while flying 4 hours in an airplane with nothing more than my phone and playlists, I had this crazy idea and have decided to run with it. What’s better than having a couple of new songs to listen to through the weekend? However I’ll give you fair warning that my taste in music is very “eclectic”. See this post if you don’t believe me. I always have the radio on and it’s anything from Ella Fitzgerald, to Mat Kearney, to The Roadside Graves, to Vampire Weekend, to Metallica, to Bach. So if you don’t see anything this week that you like, check in next week. You never know what will pop up.