I believe that I have read about parents wanting their children to have a better life than they did. This is not possible with my children, because I have had a good life. I do not want them to have a worse life, but want them to be content.
My daughter has found someone that can continue to spoil her, as I always tried to do. What I have discovered with Number One Son is that he has managed to be better than me. He graduated summa cum laude from university, while I coasted through with little incentive to do as well as I could/should have. I blame the need to serve in the military and the prospect of a year at war with spoiling any motivation to do better. I might have done better, but never would have achieved the grades that he did. I became a pilot, not out of a burning desire to fly, but as a means of avoiding military duty on the ground. I guessed that this type of military duty might be more comfortable, if not less dangerous. He has dreamed of flying a plane since a young age (not influenced by me) and achieved the top position in his class; I was only second in my class in a much easier curriculum. The Army needed warm bodies to fill seats of helicopters in Vietnam; Lufthansa is more selective and its course more strenuous. I am happy that he has done better and proud of his accomplishments. It has never been a competition. And, he never failed to live up to my expectations, because I never knew what to expect.
The “better” bit is not all that important...
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.