Maybe later. Not now. After dinner. Possibly tomorrow. We will see. I’m not sure if I can. I have to work. Sorry man, have a meeting. It’s too late. We will try next weekend. I’m sorry, we ran out of time. It’s too cold. Too hot. Too wet. Too windy. Too early. Too late. […]
A personal mentor and father of five once said to me, “Jed, if there is one thing I wish I would have done differently in raising my five children, it is…” I had called Dave after several months of suitruggling internally with my own glaring imperfections and inconsistencies as a father, hoping that he would offer me some nugget of insight or encouragement that would give me the endurance to keep running forward in this ultra-marathon of life we call parenthood. Before I share how Dave finished his sentence, put yourself in the shoes of an empty-nest father and grandfather in his late sixties now looking back over the long, joyful, and sometimes painstaking road of rearing five children to maturity before sending them out into the world.