My daughter came to me one morning, wobbling in my oversized sneakers.

“Daddy, I’m ready to go to work with you,” she announced proudly.

I laughed. “Sweetheart, the shoes are too big.”

She shook her head. “No, Daddy. I will grow into them.”

And just like that, a simple moment turned into a reminder:

Our kids are always watching, always learning, always preparing to grow into the shoes we leave behind.

That day, I walked a little straighter, talked a little kinder, lived a little better—because I knew someone was measuring her steps by my own.