Everyday, on the way to work, I hear one of the local radio stations’ contest on “What’s the measure of a man?” It strikes me funny that this contest would be run just before Mother’s Day but the newest song/album that the contest is circulating around ISN’T called the “measure of a woman.” Although MY MAN can’t enjoy the prize of a private concert with Jack Ingram and Taylor Swift (nor would he have wanted to), I provided an entry just the same. I know that I will enjoy the concert if I win the random drawing.
What IS the measure of a man?
Back when I was a teenager, it might have been the cutest, funniest, or nicest guy in the school. Perhaps it was the guy with the coolest car.
As I got older, my perspectives changed. I began to look at men and watch how they were as fathers, supporting their families financially and through the quality time invested.
But, earlier this year, when my husband was diagnosed with late-stage Cancer, and then died a mere twenty-three days later, my perspective has evolved yet again. Now, the relationship that my children, and myself, are left with is through our memory of him and some of the lessons and values that he taught.
Here are a few examples:
* Go after your dreams. You can have it if you want it bad enough.
* Don’t spend your life treading water. Do what you have to do to be able to stay afloat, survive, and come out ahead. Be a swimmer.
* Success is measured not by the money that you make, the number of toys that you own, or the house that you live in. It’s about the quality of the relationships that you create beginning with the day-to-day interactions.
Is it possible that you cannot fully measure a man until he has lived out his life, however long or short, and have only the memories and lessons that he left behind?