Monday, May 16, 2016

A Short Letter to my Unborn Son

Dear Son,
I can't believe that you will be here in just 8 weeks, assuming that you don't get antsy and make a run for it early like your mother and I both did. But please don't, because there are too many projects left to complete before then. Plus, I still need to get a haircut.

At a recent baby shower, the guests all filled out questionnaires of things they hope for you some day. As we read them, I noticed a definite trend. Many people hope that you have the same passion for fishing, hunting, and the outdoors as your mom and I. I can't lie - I hope you do too. Your mom is infamous for her giant buck, and I've gotten pretty good at fooling fish into eating fake food, which probably sounds pretty weird. Well, maybe not that weird, as you'll soon be putting many non-food items in your mouth as well, I'm sure.

But I want you to know that if you don't like those activities, then that is OK as well. Or maybe you just won't be as passionate about them as I am - also fine. You may prefer music or art or working on cars or golf or something I know nothing about (despite what your mom may say, I don't claim to know everything). I/we will support you no matter what you do, as long as you give it 100% of your effort. I won't hesitate to give up time on the water or in the woods to drive you to practice or a show or whatever it may be. Honestly, seeing you succeed will mean more to me than anything I have achieved myself. People are unique, and that uniqueness should be embraced and promoted. Do what you love, and you will be as happy as I am (as I sit and write this with a smile).

Of course, if you end up liking the aforementioned outdoor activities, then this letter is somewhat moot. In that case, I've already got me eye on a few beginner rod and reel combos. These New England fish aren't going to be too happy about that.

All my love,