"Raise a fearless kid"

My great pal, former roommate, and Charlotte's dominant media maven—Ted Williams—recently reported on the "South End Chalkboard of Wisdom," a public art / community betterment / make-you-feel-good installation where folks can complete this prompt:

"Before I die, I want to..."

Photo courtesy of CharlotteAgenda.com.... whether they know we borrowed it or not.

Photo courtesy of CharlotteAgenda.com.... whether they know we borrowed it or not.

As of last weekend when I last walked by, contributions ranged from...

  • "Find Big Foot" (I want in on this)
  • "Roll a kayak" (I've tried... and failed)
  • "Write on a chalkboard" (Hey, hey, congrats you! Mission accomplished!")
  • "Eagles win the Super Bowl" (Boo, GO PANTHERS!!)
  • "Be bold enough to follow my dream" (#Respect)
  • "Pet all the dogs" (Abbott likes this one)
  • "Watch my children’s dreams come true" (Caught my eye... more below...)

6 months ago, I would've grabbed a stick of chalk and frenziedly written:

"FINALLY start this damn custom leather gloves company."

Like most entrepreneurs, I was/am impatient as we worked towards our official launch. But as this website (and your presence on it) can attest, that box has been checked. (So now I'm replacing "start" with "grow like gangbusters"... a topic for a separate forthcoming blog :)).

But growing this business, among the myriad other "before I die" entries I could submit, can (and should) really be secondary to what I now realize is my macro-mission:

"Raise a fearless kid"

My contribution to the South End Chalkboard Wall of Inspiration as I prepare to the join the International Society of Unprepared-but-Stoked First-Time Parents.

My contribution to the South End Chalkboard Wall of Inspiration as I prepare to the join the International Society of Unprepared-but-Stoked First-Time Parents.

My wife Clay is pregnant. 16 weeks. We're extremely stoked. Holy cow, we're stoked. She's got a little pregnant Mommy tummy right now. I love it.

Getting to this point has not been without hardship. And she's been remarkable throughout, adding to the exponentially growing list of reasons why I love her.

Baby Morrell is due in October. Another 5 1/2 months until a little human sees me as "Dad." I'm still sorting through the layers of anxiety and excitement and pride. But I know one thing for certain.

I want to help Baby Morrell be a fearless kid.

Being fearless means you're comfortable in your own skin. You try, always. You pursue happiness. You work smart and hard. Doesn't mean you aren't scared; it means you aren't scared of being scared, and you'll persevere accordingly. 

It means millions of other things, too. But I'm new at this soon-to-be-Dad thing so I'm still cataloguing it all (new and veteran Dads out there, help me out here...). I'm at that "I know it when I see it" stage. My Dad is fearless. So is my Mom. So is Baby Morrell's future Mom. 

To be fearless is Baby Morrell's emotional inheritance. Before I die, I'll make sure he/she (we don't know gender for 2 more weeks!) has it.