My oldest son and I went to Camp Daniel Boone this weekend with our Cub Scout pack. We had a grand time—the Cradle of Forestry, the fish hatchery, the campfires. It was real, good old fashioned father-son time. I realized that that time is what I was missing. I sometimes forget that it’s not all ME in this world, and I have a wife and, especially, three wonderful, intelligent, sensitive, loving kids in my life—a family. A real, honest-to-goodness family. And suddenly all the slime of the daily grime washes away and I walk into the sunshine of genuineness.
Now, I’m not a Pollyanna. There will be times of frustration, anger, and disappointment in my life and in the kids’ life. After all, they’re only 8, 5, and 3. But I do have an optimistic outlook. I have good kids. I have a remarkable wife. I have a good life. And, really, that’s all anybody wants or needs.