You woke up a little earlier. I think you were having a bad dream. I’m surprised that you can even imagine anything bad yet; you don’t watch scary movies, and you’ve never gone hungry. I spent a few minutes holding you and rocking you back to sleep, I sang a couple songs and just talked to you. Every little thing, is gonna be alright.
It’s pretty common that you wake up so late. I’ve spent many nights with you on the sofa, or holding you until you fell asleep again. Not because you’re fussy or a pain in the ass, but because you’re a baby, you know? You probably don’t. At least not yet.
The point is, little guy, I won’t get to do that much longer. And right now you fit perfectly in my lap when you’re sleeping so your head rests pretty perfectly on my shoulder. A couple years and you’re going to be as big as me, and I’m not rocking a full-grown man back to sleep on my lap, just sayin’.
If you couldn’t already tell, this image has practically nothing to do with this post.
We’ve had a lot of really good moments, many I wish I would’ve written about earlier than now, because I’ve lost them for good; we both have. We don’t get those snippets back, the split seconds that pass so quickly and disappear. You have to remember to write them down. Maybe you’ll take a picture or write a song or draw something, paint. Just let the moment seize you. It could be that you have a better memory than I do and you don’t need to do any of those things, but it’s worth it, son.
You’re so young still, and you haven’t even started the journey yet. You’ve got a lot of time to be a kid, then a stupid teenager, then an angsty college student before you realize it. I’m 31 years old now. I’m just beginning to reflect on time moving so fast. I spent most of my life waiting for time to pass so life could get better, get easier. The truth is, it really doesn’t. It doesn’t get worse, but life gets more complex and challenging as you grow up. Life happens, and it gets in the way of your dreams and aspirations. But not all of them.
There was a point in my life when I knew that I wanted to be a writer. I took a marketing class in college and I was horrified with the practice. I did not want to create a need for someone, we have enough already. But here I am, working in marketing. It’s a good gig—any job can be great if you work with great people—so it’s not a disappointment. But I’m a long way from writing the next great novel. Mostly because I lack the courage and the ambition. But here I am, being a writer, for the best cause I can probably imagine, so I can talk to you. Now that is a really good gig.
I’m not sure when you’re going to start reading this, and most likely you’ll probably think it’s really lame when the time comes. Eventually you may understand
This actually makes sense. But you really have to think about it. Just. Think.
that I just want to show you who I am and how our life has gone together. There are so many great moments that we get to experience in our lives, and they pass so quickly. But I get a chance to slow things down, if only for 750 words. We get to see it again. That’s the way to live life, friend. Because every single second we’re alive we’re learning something, experiencing something, and becoming something.
So every once in awhile roll down the window, hang your hand out and feel the air rushing between your fingers. Just look at the sky and think about that moment, your life in a quick reflection, and know that every second counts. So make the best of it, fella.
If you wake up again tonight I’m going to get so pissed.