June 6, 2014 at 11:12 pm , by Nick Shell
3 years, 6 months.
Back around six years ago when Mommy and I got married, I read a book by John Eldredge called Wild At Heart.
It presents the concept that everyone, at some point in the their life, endures a psychological wound.
That “wound” ultimately ends up defining some people; though for others, it makes them stronger.
I experienced mine a while back. It’s that moment in life where you realize life isn’t actually as innoncent or simple as you thought it was.
The older I get, the more I feel like Hans Solo and less like Luke Skywalker.
Or maybe it’s that I feel more like Darth Vader and less like Hans Solo.
As your dad, there’s a part of me that hopes you never have to experience your wound.
But if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be able to reach that level of understanding and maturity that is so crucial as you will eventually grow into true adulthood.
For now, though, I hope it’s something that’s far away. These are the years you get to be a kid.
You get to live in an innocent world where part of you still believes dinosaurs still exist and that Grover from Sesame Street might actually be your teacher next week at school, as I keep teasing you about.
As for me, I’ve lived long enough to have to fight off cynicism. I have to fight off being jaded, at times. I have to remind myself to be positive, despite how blessed our lives are.
The concept of working hard to earn a good living is not something you have to think about right now. You get to sleep all night and play all day.
Seriously, how awesome is your life right now?
Let’s keep it that way. But let’s face life together- with all its blessings, its curses, and everything somewhere in between.