My son Jackson doesn’t make a big deal of this, actually none whatsoever, but I’m compelled to share his story. He is wired to always be creating something out of nothing. We call him the mad scientist. He goes into his room, closes the door and we don’t see him again for hours. He emerges at some point, usually hungry and having forgotten to go to the bathroom, with a new song or two composed and recorded. “Hey dad, can I show you a few things?” And I couldn’t be more proud, thrilled really.
The same level of concentration is applied to his studies and other aspects of his life, most notably basketball, a love of his since he was a small boy and to which he devotes huge swaths of his days to improving and refining. “It’s no big thing,” he’d tell you. And that’s where I’d disagree. I see in him not just passion and stamina but a persistent hunt for the next personal best, something bigger, better, more exciting, more meaningful.
God I love this kid.