After a fairly uneventful visit to our daughter and son-in-laws to see our youngest grandchild. Once again our grand dog Lance decided he needed to keep a piece of me with him. It’s not that Lancelot is a bad dog, he’s just a little too hyper and friendly when I show up. Much like his namesake he’s a bit of a swashbuckler with his nails. So usually not a visit goes by where I don’t carry a souvenir home of my visit. Anyway being the boy scout that I am, I’m prepared for anything. And as you can see from the image I may have overdid this first aid for dramatic effect.
No matter how old you get or how independent your children get of you. If you did a halfway decent job, with your whole heart into it, you did it right. In my situation I suppose my kids grew up with a fierce sense of independence. With little to no financial assistance from us, other than watching us struggle to keep the lights on and their bellies fed. Our children have established remarkable lives all on their own. With two married to good loving husbands and three smart little monkeys they call kids. With houses and mortgages they call their own.
I myself, ain’t got nothing. I don’t own a house or a piece of property, hell I don’t even own the car I drive. I’m the closest thing to a Zen Buddhist monk that an out of shape, white-southerner can get. I would love to say this was a personal choice. But in reality after years of just becoming a functioning human again, it’s the best I can do. While success can be measured in a multitude of ways. For me my success will hopefully be measured by the legacy that I leave. In a world so focused on material worth, it’s hard for many to understand the importance of legacy. And that legacy has more to do with kindness and intent, then any kind of material wealth.
For…”it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich person to enter the kingdom of God.” (Matthew 19:24 ESV)
No matter how old you get or how independent your children get of you. If you did a halfway decent job, with your whole heart into it, you did it right. In my situation I suppose my kids grew up with a fierce sense of independence. With little to no financial assistance from us, other than watching us struggle to keep the lights on and their bellies fed. Our children have established remarkable lives all on their own. With two married to good loving husbands and three smart little monkeys they call kids. With houses and mortgages they call their own.
I myself, ain’t got nothing. I don’t own a house or a piece of property, hell I don’t even own the car I drive. I’m the closest thing to a Zen Buddhist monk that an out of shape, white-southerner can get. I would love to say this was a personal choice. But in reality after years of just becoming a functioning human again, it’s the best I can do. While success can be measured in a multitude of ways. For me my success will hopefully be measured by the legacy that I leave. In a world so focused on material worth, it’s hard for many to understand the importance of legacy. And that legacy has more to do with kindness and intent, then any kind of material wealth.
For…”it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich person to enter the kingdom of God.” (Matthew 19:24 ESV)
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