Today seems to be the winding down of Thanksgiving. Everyone is into their schedules and the thought of Thanksgiving seems to be a distant memory. Yesterday ended on a note of frustration on a personal matter and I wanted to sleep it off and wake up refreshed. Instead I awoke with the same frustration. I think times like that seem to tell me it is an issue relating to me and me alone. Perhaps I am having difficulty coming to peace with certain aspects.
Changing subjects - As I look at all of my kids and their growing up I wonder if I did enough as a parent. I suppose that is every parents fear is to be less than what their child needs. I realize when the dust settles that they will have to be the captain of their own boat. As the last lines of the poem Invictus by William Ernest Henley stated:
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
It is in that vein of thinking that I realize that regardless of the challenges endured by me or my children they will be the one who is the captain of their boat. I just pray that I have given them enough guidance.
