He’s learning even when I’m not teaching.
Everyday, as my son gets older, I see him mimicking the way I do things. The way I eat, walk, laugh, relax it all is like a miniature me. It’s not something I’m teaching as much as it’s something he’s watching. When that hit me it was almost paralyzing…I have to be extraordinary at everything I do because my son is watching my every step.
My son is watching me.
It’s daunting to think about. One day my son will experience victories and defeats with many of them directly related to my actions now. What I’m doing now, he’s watching, learning and becoming. Ryder-Presley is not even three and he already has many of my traits. I better be more than an overcomer for his sake.
I have to be extraordinary at everything I do because my son is watching my every step.
PS: we both love cheese, it’s our favorite food.