Kartwright recently asked me what I want written on my tombstone when I die. I quickly answered, and I don't really know why I knew the answer as I don't remember really ever thinking about it much, that I wanted my tombstone to say
"Life isn't fair, get over it and get on with your life"
We both got a kick out of my quick response. That has been my mantra for several years whenever the kids think something, anything, isn't fair.
For the most part they don't say "that's not fair" much, as they know my response is swift and sure.
Back in May, when Dakota was home, we went to the beach. My boys were observing their Dad playing in the sand with their little sisters. He had been giving them both his undivided attention since we had arrived. Both of the boys lamented at what a great Dad he was, and how if they could be half the Dad when they had kids they would be happy. I of course, in my motherly fashion admonished them, and stated that I hoped that they would not settle for being half the Dad, but because of his example they would be the best Fathers that they could be.
I later shared the convo with Michael, in an attempt to encourage him. He didn't really respond, he doesn't really accept complements well. (He would claim the same of me)
Days later Kartwright asked his Father what he wanted written on his tombstone when he died. Without missing a beat he said
"He was half the man his sons are"