While at the Cafe: Volume 2

Now for the other floodgate. Back to the father. He was peaceful. You could tell because he just had that aura to him (I'm a huge believer in a certain brand of auras). He had no laptop or smartphone in sight, just a book, a journal, and a baby hanging out on his lap. It led me to believe that he was a simple man who enjoyed life's simple pleasures. Not unlike his little baby blue. He was dedicated to the idea of father/ son time, even though his child would not remember these moments. But looking at this peaceful child, you could tell that this man was doing something right. Was it possible that his gentle, peaceful aura had so rapidly rubbed off onto his child? My friend said the other day that you could tell a lot about a person by looking at their child.  Is that true? If it is, were all my fears verified? I was so afraid to have children. Afraid that any flaws I picked up from my family would be passed down to my child, or afraid that I would somehow psychologically damage the child. I did not want to be responsible for that. But then I realized, what a cowardly thing to say. What an excuse. Everyday has been an effort to be more positive, to make great changes, to find joy and happiness in everything. The person I am now, from who I was five months ago is a completely different person. You don't want your kid to pick up your bad habits? Change them. Life is so much easier to navigate when actually making an effort. Strive to be a better person always. For God, for your spouse, for your children, your friends and for yourself.