Love That Boy: What Two Presidents, Eight Road Trips, and My Son Taught Me about a Parent's Expectations

Tyler and I inch toward the Green Room, in line with blow-dried TV anchors and stuffy columnists. He's practicing his handshake and hello: “It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. President. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. President. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. President.” When the couple in front of us steps forward for their picture, my teenager with sky-blue eyes and a soft heart looks up at me and says, “I hope I don't let you down, Dad.”  What kind of father raises a son to worry about em…