Work

Work has certainly been the word of the day. And not necessarily the act of working, but the idea of work. Being a new father brings just philosophy about every aspect of life to the forefront of ones mind. Today it was work, I sure want for my child the active life I should have made myself participate in. I don't want him to fear or ignore or avoid or quit work, because that is one essence of this existance. This world doesn't give a crap about you. That is as blunt as I can put it. And the response should be fetal position in the corner of a padding room choking on tears. It isn't for me and I certainly pray not for my son.

I grew up a bit lazier then I would have liked. I'm the only one that can fix that and while I have failed time and time again I still keep working to change my personality. That aside, I worry this will rub off on my son. I look for ways I can instill in him the character I lack. While listening to talk radio this morning the announcer happened to be talking about work and it's value for children. Not necessarily back breaking work, but work just the same. Like being raised on a farm, a very good example of a place where there is a lot of work to do and a place that can be character building. Now I'm not going to go out an buy a farm, but the idea of giving my son a responsibility or two that has real consequences, besides mom's or my hand on his backside, is certainly desirable in terms of building his character. It's funny I think back to those times where my parents would say "I know you don't understand now but someday you will". I wonder when I will start saying that to my son. I hope I have something better to say then that.