My oldest is leaving home to begin the next chapter of his life. He's off to university.
I spent a lot of time with him this weekend, shooting hoops, watching hoops, and discussing his future. He's got a game plan and he's sticking with it. Yes, he requires substantial financial assistance from his parents, but I'm thoroughly impressed by his resolve and mature approach to his post-secondary education. The 18.5 year old whose diapers I once changed has grown into a man I'm proud to call my son.
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I always considered fatherhood my most important job, and the goal was to make my kids as independent as possible. In a nutshell, if my kids didn't need me, I would consider it a success. But I feel a little sad. I'm sad that my sweet baby James is moving to a new city and, other than the aforementioned financial assistance, doesn't seem to need much from his old man.
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And that's the fatherhood conundrum. If you do it right, it might hurt a little. A good hurt, maybe even a silly hurt, but I can't deny that panging deep within. If all goes well, James's next night under my roof won't be until December.
I'm really going to miss him, but I couldn't be prouder..
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