Wouldn’t it be awesome if we could transport into the future for just a second to try to prevent something bad from happening or see something wonderful happen? Sometimes I think it would be great, but other times thinking about having that super power totally gives me diarrhea. Yes, it would be amazing to go ahead in time and keep our children from getting hurt, or to help them make the right decision when their back’s against the wall. But we just can’t. That’s not how this thing works.

We have four wonderful, beautiful, kind-hearted, high spirited children. Out of the four kids, we have one son. An extra male in the pool of estrogen we currently live in. (*correction- currently sinking in) Right now all of our kids are age seven and under so we’re not dealing with the joys of puberty and adolescence. Yet. But thinking into the future, I’m sure as any parent would, we’d give anything to go before them and make sure they’re going be okay. Make sure they’re going be responsible (and call their mother when they get there.)

It just got me thinking about my little boy, and the day he arrives at the doorstep of puberty, where girls and gasoline will be the new normal. Cell phones, parties and prom will soon replace Disney Jr, sippy cups, and Happy Meals. I want him to be a good man of sound character, a man of integrity, a man truly in love with his wife, and a man after God’s own heart.

My Dearest Son,

I want you to know someone’s probably going to break your heart one day, so run to your Mom first. Yes I’ll be there too, but she’ll be waiting for you. Mom’s just have a way with mending broken things. You’ll cry, you’ll survive it, and you’ll be better because of it.

Calling your mother when you arrive at any destination is mandatory. Do I make myself clear?

Mean Girls isn’t just a movie, they really do exist. Protect yourself and guard your heart.

Remember your way home. We DO still want to see you.

Remember who you were named for. Yes, son, it was Nick Carter. He’s not all bad and he can sing. (Plus your mother loves him)

You’re the inside layer of your mother’s heart and the source of pride for your father.

God will bring the right woman to you. You’ll know, just trust me on this one.

Ask her Daddy for his blessing. She was his girl first, and still is. She’s got his blood… and his whole heart. Respect it.

On your wedding day, as she walks down to you, never lose eye contact. Sounds hard I know, but you’ll be amazed how simple it really is.

Wait until marriage. You know what I mean. It’s something you both will share together and have forever. Hold onto your innocence, and if she is THE one, hold on together. The bliss that follows is nothing short of paradise.

Be the head of your household, stand up for your family and never compromise when it comes to their happiness.

Choose your battles. Choose wisely. Your decision making will get better as you age and have children.

Hold your wife’s hand. I know, I know, sounds cliché, but when you have kids and your life is running ninety to nothing, you’ll be amazed at what a simple interlocking of fingers will spark.

Marriage is 100/100 not 50/50. Each of you must give 100%. Your marriage will demand it.

The good will always outweigh the bad… eventually. It’s all about perspective.

Patience truly is a virtue. Not all of us have it. So try to find some.