I don’t really have much of a bcuket list. My bucket list is pretty much just this:
* Live to see my son graduate from high school, graduate from college, and have kids of his own.
Now, if you have one and it motivates you, good for you. You should keep using it, and don’t take anything that I am about to say as relevant at all. This is about me, not you. #NOBUTTHURT
I just can’t seem to get with the idea of a bucket list. Sure, there are things I’d like to do, but if I don’t do them before I kick the bucket, I’m not going to care, because I’ll be dead. And if I do do them before I kick the bucket, I’ll still be dead, so I’m not going to remember that I did them.
The only things that really matter, when I look at it that way, are the things I can do that make a difference for other people. Hence, the one line entry about my son.
My father died when I was two. I don’t remember him. My son has already had seven more years of having a dad than I did, and I’m so glad of that. I hope I don’t shuffle off this mortal coil before he’s an adult. I may not be able to do a lot physically, but I’ve got a ton of experience that can help him. And love. I’ve got love for him, like no one else in this world.
So, sure, maybe I’d like to go see a rocket launch sometime. But if I do, I’d want to see it with him. So he can remember it, be inspired by it, dream bigger because of it. And always have memories of his dad to remind him that he has always been, and will always be, loved.
And if I can give a touch of that to others along the way, all the better.
The hamper wasn’t in the laundry room, so instead of just piling his dirty clothes on the floor, my 9-year-old came to me and asked, “Daddy, where should I put my dirty clothes?” It’s such a tiny, tiny thing, but it’s that kind of thing that makes me love this kid so very much.
A couple of days ago, my son (9yo) said to me, “I can hardly wait for Sunday!”
I had to think about it for a couple of seconds. “You mean because it’s Father’s Day?” I said.
"Yeah. We can do whatever YOU want."
In the kid lottery, I got pretty lucky. :)
…that my son saying, “I’m cold” and, “Daddy, will you put this blanket on me?” were preface to him immediately falling asleep on the couch.
Also, this is why we have two couches.