There comes a point in life when everything changes.
A point when boundaries are crossed, shackles are broken, limits are no more. A point from which, joyously, there is no going back. A point from which, where you once were, you no longer are nor will ever be again.
A point from which the sweet nectar of freedom is delicious, intoxicating, and flows from a bottomless fountain.
A point arrived at by the acceptance of a challenge, the undertaking of a mission, and the swift, sure accomplishment of something so monumental, meaningful and profound that it changes you, and those around you, forever.
An accomplishment of such magnitude that these mere words almost disrespect it, simply in their feeble attempt to describe its significance.
Today the training wheels came off the bicycle of my four-year old son, Chris.
With every revolution of his pedals I could see the transformation. The confidence, growing with every turn. The sense of possibilities, once so remote, now so near. The pure joy in the Right of Passage.
God help us all.
It’s great to be The Family Man.
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2 comments:
this is really a great blog .... you're a great writer.
i can just picture your son .. and man do i remember mine going through the same thing .... hehe ... now he's 21 and driving cars ...
where does the time go? :)
Go Chris!!!
an excelent account of mastering!
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