You might have guessed that my husband surfs. This is something we have always hoped that he would one day share with our future off spring. It is such a huge part of his life, and such a pure activity that makes him so happy and keeps him healthy, why wouldn't we want him to pass it on? Plus the image of a little towheaded toddler paddling out with his or her papa is just *too cute*. Of course, especially since Henry has been born, we keep a level head about it. Knowing he might not care for surfing, or the ocean at all. But we can't help but be a little pleased every time he shows a liking for water. So why did I start to panic about the possibility of him surfing one day? The truth is; if it wasn't for Ben I probably would have left San Diego. It is nice and all, but kind of... limited? And so expensive. But, we stay. And I suddenly imagine Henry, all grown up (ish) and ready to leave home, choosing a college. And I imagine his choices being limited to where they have.... good surf. Ack! I want more for him! I want him to be instilled with the wanderlust for ALL exciting places that I felt as a youth. Not just the Pacific Coast. So how off my rocker am I, worrying about this for my not quite yet 9 month old? Kind of silly, I know. But then I remembered last night, when Ben finished high school he did not, in fact follow the surf, but moved to Sweden for a year. So, I suppose there is hope that Henry can be both passionate about surfing, but not so tied to it that it keeps him from exploring other possibilities. Do you have similar crazy pants thoughts about your children's future?