I experience jealousy toward others often. Deep down, I fear I experience it more often than the average person. I’m competitive and I want to be the best at the important stuff and I also want to be the best at stuff that doesn’t even matter, like Scattegories.
Maybe the surest way to be liked by people is simply to like people. But that’s a risk right? To openly like someone? To admit to someone: I like you. I’d like to spend time with you today. It’s to risk rejection. It’s vulnerability. It’s brave.
It was our eldest son’s 21st birthday, and our family had gathered for a celebration. Before dinner, we were sitting in the living room when Hunter pulled up his sleeve, proudly displaying a motorcycle tattoo on his forearm, a gift from his roommate (who I plan to give a pony!)
In a not-so-great moment of fatherhood, I blurted out, “Please tell me that is a henna tattoo.” It was not.