I don’t know much about how my kids will turn out when they get older. I know a few things though.
I know my daughter will be a massive dork (as she cried last night that she missed school as she was not learning enough new things at summer camp, and could we buy her some new math workbooks). I know she will be a goof ball with a massive amount of empathy and a strongly developped sense of fairness. I know that when she is adult, her possibility space will be massive.
I know even less about my son’s adulthood as his personality is still developing.
I won’t be surprised if his primary interaction mechanism is as the smart ass class clown persona as he has already developped a good sense of timing for the prat-fall. I think he’ll be reasonably atheletic when he can breathe. His possibility space at 18 will also be much larger than my self-imposed limited possibility space when I was eighteen.
I have no clue who they will love, I have no clue who will make their motor turn on… and guess what I don’t have to worry that if my daughter brings home a great girl who encourages her to be the best person that she can be while my daughter encourages her to be the best that she can be as well, that they’ll face legal and structural hurdles to their happiness. I don’t have to worry about my son bringing home a great guy while being stressed out about not being able to follow a dream because that dream is in a bigot state. I’ll still worry about them bringing home an asshole.
Their possibility space just widened a little bit this morning. Being their dad, that makes my day.