|This was just after losing an epic competition to his old man.|
Saturday, June 6, 2015
Bring Your Child to Work Day was April 23rd this year. Annually, it has not always been a convenient day for me, and most of the years I was not doing something I could bring a child to. I borrowed a day in June a couple years ago and declared it my take your child to work day. My oldest was getting ready to fly the coop, into the wild blue yonder, so I got permission to take him with me. It was not an extraordinary work day, pretty routine, it was a "training" day. Which was nice, gave him a chance to see what my work looks like a lot of the time. (I imagine professional football or baseball players have pretty good days at work…but on a different level, I do have one of the coolest jobs on the planet - as far as "jobs" go). Some co-workers even took time out of their day to spend with him too. Just having him there, having him see what I do - just as he was leaving home to start doing what he does - made it one of the best days of my life.
As things go, it turned out to be the worst day of my life. In some ways I have not really moved on from that day, and time seems to stand still. You never really get enough father-son days, not at work, not at home. A couple days ago my oldest described his day at "work." It was a "training day" for him too. Maybe not the best day of his life, but a pretty good "work" day. I hope that some day, if he has a son, he gets to take him to work and have a day like I had.