...to my 10-month-old son.
When he sees me, he squeals. He kicks his legs and flails his arms. He smiles so big you can see it from space.
He's young. Doesn't know much.
Doesn't know that I'm winging it as his dad.
Doesn't know that my job is tenuous.
Doesn't know that I'm selfish.
Doesn't know that I'm afraid.
But I am his role model.
I'll show him how to respond instead of react.
I'll show him how to treat a lady.
I'll show him how to build others up.
I'll show him he can trust God.
My son is a blank canvas upon which I get to paint the structures of Life.
I hope I don't screw it up.
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But I am his role model.
I'll show him how to respond instead of react.
I'll show him how to treat a lady.
I'll show him how to build others up.
I'll show him he can trust God.
My son is a blank canvas upon which I get to paint the structures of Life.
I hope I don't screw it up.
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