I just finished reading Outliers by Malcom Gladwell.
Tucked away on the last pages was a truth that jumped out at me:
“I learned that work can be meaningful from my father. Everything he does–from his most complex academic mathematics to digging in the garden–he tackles with joy and resolve and enthusiasm. My earliest memories of my father are of seeing him work at his desk and realizing that he was happy. I did not know it then, but that was one of the most precious gifts a father can give his child. “
I am lucky, my dad also gave me this gift.
Am I giving that gift to my children?