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I was sitting on a plane the other day and a thought hit me like like a ton of bricks – someday, someone is going to break my son’s heart. I sat up straight in my seat and had a moment of pure, unadulterated pain. I don’t know who she is going to be, or how she is going to do it, but someone is going to make my son feel the same way I felt many times growing up – alone.
It took me a minute to gather my thoughts and while I did, my iPod continued to play. I was listening to a playlist my wife had put together to listen to in the car with the kids. We’ve tried to instill a love of music into our children, and I’m happy to report that they are both fans of rock music. It was then that another thought snuck up on me – I needed to share what I learned about love with my son – a bit of advice on just how to navigate the murky waters of love and infatuation. And, as crazy as it sounds, the perfect way to do it was in the same way that I learned it – through the music of my youth. So here it is, an open letter to my son about the highs and lows of love.