Boys, I don’t know if you’ll ever have kids of your own. I imagine you will. I don’t know whether I’ll ever meet these theoretical grandchildren of mine. I hope I do.
If you do have kids, and if I’m gone by then, they’ll probably ask about me.
“Tell me about your dad,” they might say.
What will you tell them?
What am I doing now to create a legacy worth remembering, memories worth sharing with your own children?
I know what I hope you’ll say:
“Your grandfather was smart, kind, patient and funny.
“He loved to read, and he loved to write. He read to us and made up stories with us as the heroes and helped us with our homework. He played video games, too. He was just a big kid at heart.
“He taught us how to throw, catch and hit a baseball, and how to kick a soccer ball. He taught us to care for animals. He took us to nature parks and movies and arcades.
“He loved to visit Disney World every bit as much as we did when we were little. As I said, he was a big kid his whole life.
“He could really sing, and he taught us to appreciate music. He couldn’t dance even a little, but he was funny when he tried.
“He always told us to ‘be good, be nice, be you and have fun’ every morning before school.
“He loved Mom more than anything in the world, except maybe for us.
“He showed me how to live with grace and dignity, and every day I try to be the kind of man he was.”
That’s what I hope you’ll say.
Here’s what I fear you’ll say:
“Your grandfather loved us, but he had no idea how to relate to us – or to anyone – in a mature, meaningful way. He really was just a big, immature kid his whole life.
“He liked to call himself a writer, but he never published a book and he would put us to sleep with boring stories about covering baseball for a newspaper.
“He played video games, for God’s sake. And he dragged us to Disney World so many times I get hives just thinking about Mickey Mouse.
“Oh, and don’t get me started about all the times he tried to live vicariously through us with Little League baseball and youth soccer. He just didn’t understand why we didn’t care about playing or watching sports. If he had the sense God gave a ferret, he’d know we hated sports because he constantly shoved them down our throats.
“Sure, he could sing a little, but not as well as he thought he could – and he made an absolute idiot of himself whenever he tried to dance.
“He was like a parrot with that ‘be good, be nice …’ blah, blah, blah every day before school. What did that even mean, anyway? As if platitudes could replace genuine communication and empathy.
“As I say, your grandfather loved us – probably – and I think he meant well. But every day I live my life trying not to be like him.”
Here’s the thing about legacies: They are impossible to forecast. Memories are fickle. Even if I do everything right in your eyes from now until the day I’m gone, I have no way to know how I’ll be remembered by you.
Chances are, boys, if you do have kids one day and they ask about me, the things you tell them and the tone of voice you use will be determined by things that have not yet happened, by moments that have not yet been lived. You are just now beginning to form long-term memories. This is Chapter One in your story of me.
All I can do is to attempt to live up to the ideal, while remaining mindful of the possibility of disappointment. If I’m fortunate, my true legacy to you will not be the memories and stories you share about me, but how your children remember you. Because if you grow up to be worthy of emulation in the eyes of my grandchildren, then I’ll consider this a job well done.
17 thoughts on “How Will Our Sons Remember Me?”
Try. Do your best. Be positive. It’s all you can do. Even if you fall short they can’t fault you for not trying.
Thank you, Daniel.
how different would it be if we didnt have memory? we will lose it and yet it becomes our only eternal gift to our loved ones. Live life as if you have no memory.
Memories change. It’s like when you hold a hand mirror up to another mirror, right? All those versions of the same thing, all of them distorted, all of them compressed and compressing. Or something.
It’s funny the things we believe our kids think and say about us even now. Even now I’ve overheard them saying things to friends that was completely different than what I would have thought they might have said. Most of the time it’s good. I just wonder what lens they will see me through as they get older. Good post.
Thanks, Ron. My kids still think I’m the greatest. The illusion will be shattered soon enough …
True that they are impossible to predict. However, I have a feeling that your kids will judge you much more positively. It’s the love thing.
Thank you, Larry. I appreciate that.
You are very welcome.
Even if your kids may grow up and not fully share the same interests, I think that sharing them with your kids is what matters along with being attentive to what they want to do. As parents, I don’t think that we can really do much more than that. Great post.
One of the reasons I blog is to give my children insight into who I am in a way they couldn’t otherwise get. Most if not all of us are relatively complex creatures.
Ever stop to think how complex the word “complex” is? It can mean so much: complicated, a psychological syndrome, a layout scheme for housing. That’s it, I guess. It can mean three things. I think I’m a complex creature in all three senses. In fact, I’m going to write a short story tonight based on that idea. Working title, “Complex Creatures.” Thanks, Jack!
Great post, Carter! I’ve got a draft I’ve been kicking around for quite a while about what things I should write to my son now, in case I’m not around to say them to him later. It’s a tough post to finish because I hate even the thought of not being around to share those conversations with him when he gets older. Maybe reading this will help push me forward. Thanks for re-sharing it!
Thanks, Chris. I’m about to leave for three days, which will match my longest time away from the family (tying last year’s Dad 2.0), and I’m a little sad about it already. Made me think of this post.
Love this. The sad thing is we’re going to mess up in ways we cannot even imagine, but I absolutely agree with your emulation test. We should try so hard to be worthy of loving remembrance. Such a wonderful post.
Thank you, Mike.
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