Wednesday, May 06, 2026

He's Already Done Hard Things. . . and This Mamma Is Proud

TJ just finished his first year of college.

That sentence alone feels big.

A year of new routines, new expectations, and new independence. A year of figuring things out without the familiar rhythms of home. There’s a quiet kind of pride that comes with watching your child step into that—and stay in it.

This semester, TJ took an English class and had an assignment to, naturally, write a paper. He shared an early draft with me earlier in the semester. At first, it felt like a simple assignment—an essay about Camp Sea Gull, about sailing, about a place that has meant so much to our family over the years. But by the end of the semester, it evolved. His professor challenged them to revisit, refine, and deepen their work. It had become something more.

He wrote about fear. About failure. About getting back in the boat when everything in him once said not to. He wrote about doing something hard—and staying with it long enough to change.And reading it now, at the end of his first year of college, it’s hard not to see the connection.

Because this year has asked the same thing of him in different ways:

Show up.
Stick with it.
Figure it out.

There’s something powerful about realizing that the skills we hope our kids are building… they already are. Long before college. Long before we’re ready to see them on their own.

One of the lines from his story that stayed with me most is this: The place that once held his fear is now where he helps others find courage. That kind of growth doesn’t happen overnight. It comes from doing something hard—and then choosing to do it again. And maybe that’s why this moment feels like more than just the end of a school year.

It feels like evidence.

Evidence that he knows how to do hard things.

And as he heads into year two, I hope he remembers that too.


To Make Her Proud

In my latest post, I shared some reflections on TJ finishing his first year of college and mentioned a paper he wrote this semester that really stayed with me.

This is that paper.

What started as an English assignment evolved over the course of the semester into a much deeper and more reflective piece. By the end, it had become the equivalent of a final exam—and he absolutely knocked it out of the park.


To Make Her Proud: The Effects of Fears on Kids

    There it is, Sunfish Beach, brown and beat down from the countless hot summers that it has gone through with little to no repairs. The American flag blows calmly, an extreme contrast to its usual violent bashing against the mast. Sunlight sparkles off the muddy Neuse River, almost hiding its dullish color. Campers my age, counselors years older, and little kids years younger than I am gather around what feels like a sanctuary. For me though this place reeks of past trauma.

    It was the summer of 2022 and my ninth year and final year as a camper at Camp Sea Gull. By the third week of the four-week session, time was running out. If I wanted to accomplish any unfinished goals, I had to act. And one goal stood above the rest, earning my Sunfish Master rank.

    My mom is the biggest reason for me wanting to complete this goal I had set upon myself. She grew up at this same camp and later worked on the sailing staff. Sailing, ironically, was the place I disliked most. It was always her goal to have her kids fall in love with the sea just like she did and I, unlike my brother, came up short of that goal. Years before that summer during orientation I was placed on a sailboat with a friend. The counselors expected us to be unnatural and pick up right where we left off the previous summer. Instead, we got tossed and turned by the high winds and big swells that were out on the Neuse that day. After struggling for an eternity I gave up. I wanted nothing to do with Sailing for as long as I was at camp. As years went on I felt as if I failed to make my mom proud, a fear that resigned deep inside of me. Parenting styles and expectations can have a major role in shaping fears in teens, especially when kids feel pressure to meet those expectations (Haghshenas et al.). I set it upon myself that summer to get on a sailboat and get that rank.

    At 15 years old, it had felt like a long journey to get over my past trauma. Childhood fears often form through experiences and stick around over time, and even more so when tied to emotions or past failures (Muris et al.). Every step I took in the process of getting my Sunfish Master felt like a weight inside of me was being let go. Throughout the week of training I committed to the process and I felt at ease with my decision. My training partner Mitchell and I would sail together almost every activity period even on the highest of wind days. I forced my fear aside and trusted my training. I adjusted to the wind, balanced against the waves, and felt the boat respond beneath me. Sailing started to feel natural and then, unexpectedly, it turned into something close to enjoyment, like my mom felt when she was my age.

    As the week of training came to an end it was time to take the final on-water test. Unlike the previous training sessions before this time I was all by myself. Sailing by myself was a lot different than with Mitchell; I was getting scared again. The fear that I had long ago of sailing was coming back, and not only that, but the fear of disappointing my mom. Fears can return in stressful situations especially when people are put back into the places they connect with negatively (King et al.). I pushed those feelings aside and remembered why I was out there and found the enjoyment I had felt not too long ago. I tightened my grip on the sheet and used the rudder to tack and gybe around the buoys almost perfectly until the counselors came up to my boat to congratulate me. I not only went on a sailboat but I got my Sunfish Master rank which I knew deep down was for my mom and to make her proud.

    On closing day I showed my mom my red US Sailing handbook and the certificate tucked inside. She had no idea I had even attempted the rank and when she saw it, her face lit up. Children, in most cases, seek approval from their parents and getting that approval can have a big impact on their confidence and self-worth (Davis). In that moment I understood what the long hours, the fear, and the frustration had been for.

    Now that I am older, I have returned to Camp Sea Gull as a sailing counselor. The same beach that once felt like a place of failure has become the place where I build courage in campers. Research shows that summer camps help build confidence, independence, and leadership skills which is what I now try to develop in my campers day in and day out (Benefits of Summer Camps). After earning my Sunfish Master rank, I set a new goal, to help my campers fall in love with sailing just like my mom and I did.

P.S. "I'm not crying, you're crying." 

Monday, May 04, 2026

I Hope They Play Judas Priest in My Retirement Home




















"Oh, so hot, no time to take a rest, yeah

Act tough, ain't no room for second best

Real strong, got me some security

Hey, I'm a big smash, I'm goin' for infinity"

Driving into work today Judas Priest's "You've Got Another thing Coming" popped into my mix. Its a song I use for my runs because it has a pounding beat and help me push through the slow spots.

"If you think I'll sit around as the world goes by

You're thinkin' like a fool 'cause it's a case of "do or die"

Out there is a fortune, waitin' to be had

You think I'll let it go? You're mad"

I got to thinking about where all of this music will be in twenty-five to thirty years. AC/DC, Motley Crue, Metallica, real hard bands with real hard music. I have a hopeful thought about me, forty years from now at the nursing home sitting in my adult diaper, eating my apple sauce, being forced to rewatch episodes of Friends, but rocking out to Van Halen with absolute abandon...

"You've got another thing comin'

You got another thing comin'

You got another thing comin'

You've got another thing"


Up yours old age, I'm fighting back.