Do you ever wonder what sort of legacy you will leave to your children?
Are there days when you wonder if you'll even have a legacy to leave -- if there's anything lasting and worthwhile in your life that your children will have to remember you by when you're gone?
I wonder about the legacy that I'll leave for my kids. Will they remember the sacrifices that I willingly made for them or will they remember the times I was impatient and selfish?
Will they recall the heart-to-heart talks and my words of wisdom or will their memories consist of sullen silences and words spoken in anger?
Last week my daughter stopped by for a visit. Over lunch we had a chance to catch up on what's been going on in her busy life. I was thrilled to spend time with her and sad when, all too soon, she needed to head home. As I dropped her off at the train, I asked her to text me when she was back at her apartment.
A few hours later she sent me this text: "On the Blue Line I realized how I've inherited my appreciation of men who wear tight jeans from you."
About that legacy thing -- I guess I don't have to wonder any more.
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