Max is out skateboarding. That is his passion.
Zachary is at the hockey arena for select team tryouts. That is his passion.
Passion…that feeling of compete and utter purpose and joy and delight.
Michael has not yet discovered his passion. Today I took him to a karate studio for a tour and a lesson and, for the first time, I saw a glimmer of passion. He kicked, he punched, he blocked. And the look on his face made my heart sing.
If there is one thing I want to do with my kids, it is to help them explore and discover their own unique brand of passion. I want them to go through life knowing that feeling of deep and thrilling purpose.
I want their hearts to sing.