A Man Had Two Sons

Sometimes I marvel at how
My bumbling attempts to instill virtue
Have led to the kindness I see
Coming out of your heart.
Almost ten but sometimes seeming almost grown.
You don't get it right all the time (who does?),
But I see the way you care for your little brother.
I see the way you try to include others
Who seem like they might feel left out.
I'm prouder than words could ever say
Of the person I see you becoming.
I'm sorry for all the times I fail
To give you the best version of myself.

You are so full of life and joy.
You're three, and you've still got
So much growing left to do,
So many things you don't know,
But there's a spark in you that's different
Than what I've seen and see in your brother,
And I can't wait to see where it leads.
I love how much you love music.
I love to sing with you and play superheroes.
Spidey, Superman, Batman, Wonder Melon:
Imagine and play and dream as big as you can.

Being Dad to you both is the greatest thing
I could ever hope to do in life.
Know that I'm your biggest fan
And believe you can do anything
You set your minds to.
Whatever else you wind up being, be kind.

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