Men succeed when they realize that their failures are the preparation for their victories…… Ralph Waldo Emerson
I remember so vividly the day Ryan was born. I want to tell you that Scott and I were prepared but that would be a lie.
Of course we knew he was coming but I read too many books. “Babies don’t come early. Expect to go past your due date. “
So I was prepared to wait. Despite being sick each day, I was patient. Surely the end result is worth the difficulties that may arise?
The crib was barely set up. His room in disarray. I had time I thought.
The Gods laugh at the plans of man.
Ryan was early. Okay not super early. 3 days. My friends laugh at my naivety.
The lesson of course that would be learned is that I know so little. I am well read and intelligent but I didn’t have all the answers. That I will never truly be prepared. So began what will be a lifetime process of self discovery.
Perhaps being a parent means you stumble through. You have missteps and moments of brilliance. You cry at your ineptitude and laugh at your success.
But then I realize that not knowing is hardly limited to just parents. It is the subtle art of being human.
You grow and you learn. You yearn to do better. You strive to be good.
I am no different. I hope to be humbled. I struggle to be wrong.
I don’t have all the answers.
What I do know is that Scott and I are driven. We are persistent. We stand before this mountain and swear it will move before we leave.
We were not prepared for this. But I have learned I don’t need to be prepared in order to stand strong. To be immovable.
Every day that we don’t find him is not a failure. Not on our part. Not on our loved ones nor our volunteers. It strengthens our resolve for tomorrow and the next day.
I may not have all the answers and I will never be prepared but what I know with absolute certainty is that my son will be found.
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