A letter to my sons: What I know now

I never planned to write something like this. But the more I reflect on my journey as a man and a father, the more I realize how much of what I’ve learned came far too late. This letter is for my sons—but I think a lot of fathers might see themselves in it too. If you’ve ever looked back and thought, “I should’ve done that differently,” this one’s for you. To my sons— If you ever read this, I hope you hear the truth in it more than anything else. This isn’t a letter to ask for forgiveness or to rewrite our history. It’s something I wish I had heard from my own father. It’s something I want you to know now—while there’s still time to make it count. I didn’t get it all right. In fact, I got a big part of it wrong. When you were younger, I believed my job was simple: work hard, provide, and protect. I went all in on that idea. I worked long hours, sacrificed time, and carried the weight of being a “good man” like it was the badge that proved I loved you. But what I see no...