Carrying it forward...

I was rocking Erez to sleep tonight and it dawned on me that he could live to see the 22nd century. Granted, he'll be 95 years old, but it is certainly conceivable. Obviously, I'll be long gone by then (or most likely) and he'll be an old man.

Anyway, I was thinking that by that time, he will hopefully have raised and assisted his own family's development and perhaps see his great-grandchildren.

That made me think about our roles as parents and our responsibility to carry the tradition, the genes, or whatever it is to the next generation. And here I am, literally carrying my son, off to sleep and thinking that one day he, too, will carry it forward to his children.