I think a lot about my own hypothetical children these days. It’s a big reason why I’m writing this book. I think about the way I’d like to raise my children. I think about the ideals, the concepts, that are important to me, and that I’d like to instill into my offspring. I think about the way I’d like my children to be, what their sense of good and bad is, what their sense of duty and honor and hard work and priorities is.
And then I second-guess myself. I think that maybe all those things that I originally thought were important are not important at all. Everytime I think of some specific thing, some specific lesson I’d like to teach my child, minutes later I think that the lesson might just lead my child down the wrong road, might be learned wrong and lead to dysfunction or neurosis or a long-standing hatred of me for ever. And Jesus, if I ever have children, I know already that I’ll constantly want to ask my children, over and over throughout their childhood, łAm I doing a good job? Am I getting it right? Am I doing a good job?˛
