The other day I was about to leave for work when my son came out of his room to give me a hug. After the hug he ran back into his room to get dressed. When he came downstairs he was dressed just like me. He was so excited to copy me that my wife decided to take a picture.
My first reaction was that he was just being cute, but then I started thinking about all the times he has told me that he wants to be a chemist when he grows up, just like me. Whenever we eat something new, he always wants to see if I like it before he tries it. He loves to work with me whenever I’m trying (usually unsuccessfully) to fix something or when I’m working in the yard.
All of these things are small, but the implications scare me. I would be ecstatic if he decided to go into science when he grows up and I’m happy that he tries so hard to help out around the house. But then I think about all of my bad habits, my mistakes and the countless things I am trying to change about myself and it freaks me out to think of him imitating me.
I’ve placed this photo in my office to remind me that everything I think, do and say molds not only my own future, but my children’s future as well.