I just want to be a good dad.
And I want to build
When I was learning
how to pitch, my dad went and got full equipment, and learned to play catcher
at age 49. He left work early and spent cold March afternoons earning bumps and
bruises, diving from wild pitches.
I don’t want to be in
a boardroom. I want to do things like that for my kids.
When I was a little
boy, my mom was a lawyer in private practice. She left work early and took me
to the park for ice cream and a ride on the carousel.
I want to build a
company by day, but take my kids to the park for ice cream by late afternoon.
I’ve already started doing the building.
When I have a little
boy and a little girl and they ask me what I do, I want to hold their hands,
point up at something and say, “I built that.” I want to tell them that
something in the world exists only because I decided it should. And at the end
of my one wild and precious life, if I’ve been a good dad, and built something,
I will be happy.