Father’s Day Mug
Today I had breakfast with my son at his daycare. It was interesting to watch him interact with the other kids. I’m so happy he gets along with them so well. Part of the breakfast was the teacher giving me a mug Kiarnan had made the day before. It’s a plastic mug with a paper insert. On the paper is some very abstract finger painting swirls that I really like. It’s a combination of purple, blue and a pinkish-purple color. I like how it turned out quite a bit. In the coffee mug was a slip of paper with the following printed on it:
“My Father didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.”
The paper brought tears to my eyes, and I quickly blinked them back as I didn’t want the other dads to see. Yeah. I was a little embarrassed by the sudden emotional surge. I guess it’s because my dad didn’t live a life worth watching, and I’ve promised to not to do that to Kiernan. I’m not a great man by any means, but I do my best to live in a manner that Kiernan can be proud of when he’s old enough to know what’s really going on.
Here’s to hoping and praying I can pull off such a tall order.
