Father's day...is for Fathers and Sons.

We tell ourselves we wouldn’t grow up to be just like our parents when we’re young. But over time it happens without you knowing it. I miss my dad, I hope he knows that…I hope he know how well his grandson turned out and if he is looking down on us I hope he is smiling today…on Father’s Day.

As I sit in my office on Father’s Day, and plan for my son’s departure for most of the summer…I know I’ll miss him too. Parents work long and hard to make things better for our children, to make their struggles easier to bare.

As my son embarks on his invitation to an advanced bio-chemistry course, while the other 17 year olds mow lawns and play lifeguards at local camps.

I am noticeably proud of the path he is choosing; it is not the one of least resistance. The summer of his Junior year will be much more educational than the summer of my junior year (so many years ago).

 My father didn’t make that many sporting events or band concerts when I was young, but I understood. One working parent and three little kids took a commitment on his part. I have done much better than my father on this front, and having a career that offers great flexibility has allowed me the ability to revel in my son’s achievements and attended the lion share of his events.

Is my son better off than I was as a son? I think so, and I hope Conor takes these lessons forward when some day he is a father too. Happy Father’s Day to all the men and to the boys who will some day be men. Teach your son’s well and the next generation will thank you some day.

 Guitars, track shoes and the possibility of Med-School...we have precious little time to be with our boys before they declare themselves men...I hope I did OK. Love Dad!