Legacy.

My mind wanders, and it wanders frequently. Most often during driving, on the john, and showering. This one was during my drive home from work, my mind wandered into the dangerous zone of hypothetically becoming a parent. This realm I rarely tread as I am 23 and am terrified of having a child, but never the less, the scenario was playing out.

I was defending my child's actions of fighting back against a bully. The principal accused me of being a hyper masculine role-model (that's as bad as it sounds, I was looking pretty sweet in my daydream and was probably day-dreaming pretty hard at this point) but I then rebuked saying the environment my son is being raised in was healthy and well-rounded. That's when the lightning bolt flashed, and I started cataloging all the values and traits I would want to pass on to my hypothetical offspring. Which was a very sobering experience because it puts those values and goals under a different lens. It shows you how important those things are to you, so much so that you would want to pass them to your child.

Hypothetical child. Really. Team no babies for the foreseeable future.

However, in my mind I preached the values of physical fitness, reading, and to pull the focus away from the TV. On the tangent I made special note that if my child grows up in a household with an obscenely large tv that 80 percent of any visual media he would be exposed through it, would involve giant robots.

This gives me new hope that I would possibly not right now make a pretty good dad.

What this also brought about was the fact that I would have to be an example for my kid. I would need to embody these ideals, and pass on that legacy. Couldn't just preach a healthy diet and exercise while sucking down quarter pounders.

Heavy Stuff.

-BB Out