Better than me

For 33 years my life has been a collection of my experiences. Experiences that have ultimately taught me to be the person I am today. Perhaps that's what scares me the most. I am now one of most influential people in a perfect, precious life. My daughter Chloe. On December 8, 2011 my life and its experiences ultimately, and indefinitely, changed from self-collective to instructive. My baby Chloe was born and it is now time for my experiences to teach her, with one explicit goal in mind, to be better than me.

I have had many advantages in life that are commonly overlooked, and even more commonly under appreciated. I have had a life with two great parents, a modest but comfortable living and the freedom to be and explore who I want to be.

A good life.

Yet with all those advantages, I am far from perfect. Everyday I try to become a better person, a more giving person, a more patient person. But at my worst I have hurt those I loved the most, and even worse yet, I have hurt those who did nothing but love me. So how do I ensure this flawless newborn does not repeat my mistakes? Hopefully by using my mistakes to teach her why not to repeat them.

Regardless of my efforts, she will make her own mistakes one day, and when she does, I will support her. When she succeeds, I will congratulate her. When she cries, I will console her. But most importantly, I will father her. And in her own beautiful way, she will father me too.

Love,
Pops