So…the family assembled in Tulsa today and we all filled in a piece of paper with our prediction on whether it’s a girl or a boy. Out of the twelve people there the vote was 10-2 that it’s going to be a boy. I was one of the two votes thinking it was a girl.
They had this huge floating balloon and burst it open and light blue confetti starting falling everywhere. I have to admit…the moment got me. The kids then announced they’re going to name their son after my father…Robert Allen Jackson and he’ll probably go by Bobby like my father.
Of course… I cried.
When I saw this Google ad the other day it reminded of the time I was six and without permission painted my brand new red sting ray bike black trying to make the bike look tougher for my friends. I got paint all over myself and all over the garage floor. This ad reminded me of that moment and how my dad handled me.
You gotta learn how to flow with the tough moments and make them a positive learning moment for your son when possible.
I can’t even write about possibly the most interesting Final Four Saturday I’ve ever witnessed. I’m just happy.
How ‘Bout Chris Beard and those Texas Tech Red Raiders!