Monday, September 24, 2012
I didn't live as fully as my son now lives when I was his age. I didn't know half as much, didn't have nearly the number of friends, didn't see the future as clearly as he sees his future. He has a greater talent for joy, a larger embrace of life, a more intelligent reading of other people and their intentions, a greater forgiveness of those who get things wrong. He has more, and he has earned more. He is more complete.
Which in the end (and of course) completes me.