I have two boys in their early teens who, having come into this world in my 38th and 39th years, taught me more about life and love than I would have ever thought possible earlier in my life. When hearing those life changing words “you’re going to have a baby” from spouse or doctor, we all at that moment must choose to throw ourselves into the unknown or make other “arrangements”, and stay awhile longer in in our post-modern narcissistic world of “me”.
Until I witnessed my sons being born I was firmly entrenched in that world of me. I am fairly certain that if my wife had shown the slightest inclination to put off parenthood until we were more “prepared” I would have gone along with those other “arrangements” without so much as a glance in the rear view mirror.
There seems to be a trait in my fellow baby boomers of attempting to manage all aspects of life rather than simply live it. A desperate attempt to control the uncontrollable. While I am not a religious man I do admire the ability of many persons of faith to take life as it comes with a grace and gratitude that I see lacking in most with a more secular cosmic view, myself included.
They say that God reveals himself in unexpected ways and as I watch my two boys mature toward manhood I find myself increasingly grateful for who they are rather than who I might want them to be. I can guide them but in the end they will and are choosing their own paths, determined by a map that only they and their maker can see.
As they make their way, so I continue my own journey into the unknown.