With arms wide open

The last two days, my son is the only one that has heard me talk about those kinds of things.

The Creed song is about becoming a father.

Of everything I’ve ever done, nothing compares to being a parent.

The Dude is not my responsibility any longer. He’s responsible for himself.

Being his dad challenged me in way I never thought of.

I was proud of how I raised him. I never punished him.

When he would act up or out as any child will do, I got his attention.

If you’ve read you know.

For those who haven’t.

I used his nick name, The Dude.

Setting behaviors for the nick name.

Creating a personality within the nick name.

As my son said what it means to be The Dude, I listened intently to ensure he got it all.

I brainwashed myself using my son.

If the higherself is a thing, it’s exactly what I did.

How did I get the idea to use his nick name?

What stroke of brilliance did I have for that moment?

I don’t remember.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.

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