The modern world moves fast. Technology reshapes our habits every year, trends come and go in months, and even families can become fragmented by the rush of individual pursuits. In this whirlwind, traditions act like anchors — grounding us in meaning, continuity, and belonging.

Family traditions don’t have to be elaborate or ancient. They simply have to be intentional. A Friday night dinner, a yearly trip, a prayer said together, or even a bedtime ritual — each one becomes a signal to the next generation: this is who we are, this is what we value, this is how we connect.

In my childhood, traditions kept us strong. Despite challenges, setbacks, and even betrayal, our family had rhythms that held us together. The stories shared at meals, the resilience taught by grandparents, the faith passed through rituals — all of it built a foundation that still supports me today.

Now with my own children, I feel the responsibility to create new traditions. Not replicas of the old, but evolutions of them. Ones that speak to our context, our world, our challenges. In our home, traditions are not about nostalgia. They are about identity.

The paradox of modern life is that in chasing freedom, many families lose their roots. But true freedom requires belonging. And traditions, small or big, are what weave belonging into daily life.

In the end, the world will always change. But if my children grow up with traditions that remind them of love, resilience, and purpose, they will never be lost in that change. Because they will always know who they are, and where they come from.

Love without discipline creates weakness. Discipline without love creates fear. But when the two are woven together, they create strength that lasts a lifetime.

In parenting, I’ve seen how easy it is to lean too far toward one side. When love overpowers discipline, children grow up sheltered, entitled, or fragile in the face of adversity. When discipline overpowers love, children grow up rigid, resentful, or afraid to take risks. The balance is everything — and it is the hardest balance to maintain.

My own upbringing taught me this lesson. My grandparents and parents loved me fiercely, but they also refused to let my physical challenges define me. When I fell, they encouraged me to get up on my own. When I doubted myself, they reminded me of my strength. Their love was never a cushion that protected me from effort — it was fuel that pushed me to keep trying.

Now, with my own children, I try to carry this forward. I love them deeply, but I do not shield them from responsibility. I discipline them firmly, but never without kindness. Because what I want them to learn is that love and discipline are not opposites — they are allies.

When children experience this harmony, they grow into adults who are both compassionate and resilient, kind and courageous, gentle in spirit and unbreakable in will. That is the kind of character the world needs most.

So my philosophy is simple: love with discipline, discipline with love. Anything less creates imbalance. Anything more creates leaders.

Parenting is often described as sacrifice, responsibility, or even struggle. And while it is all of those, I see it as something more: the greatest leadership training ground anyone can experience.

In business, leaders learn to inspire, to correct, to build systems, to hold people accountable. In parenting, the stakes are even higher — because here, the followers are not employees or colleagues, but children who look at you as their first model of the world.

Every word I speak, every action I take, every inconsistency I show is magnified through their eyes. Parenting demands authenticity, because children are the sharpest detectors of hypocrisy. You cannot tell them one thing and live another. They will not only see the difference, they will absorb it.

Parenting also trains patience like nothing else. In leadership, you may demand results within quarters. In parenting, results emerge over decades. The seed you plant today may not show until your child is grown and raising their own children. That kind of long view builds endurance and humility.

Most importantly, parenting teaches that leadership is not about control — it is about empowerment. My role is not to dictate who my children become, but to create an environment where they can discover themselves, stand strong, and live by values. The same is true of great organizations.

When I step into a boardroom, I carry the lessons of my home. Patience, consistency, authenticity, empowerment — parenting sharpened these far more than any MBA ever could. Because at its core, parenting is leadership in its purest form.

Resilience is not taught in classrooms. It is lived, experienced, and most often, inherited through the people who raise us. For me, resilience was not an abstract concept. It was the daily lesson I absorbed from my grandparents.

My grandfather was my greatest supporter. When the world doubted whether I would ever stand on my own, he poured his life into my treatments, into my wellbeing, into my confidence. His belief was unshakable, and in that belief, I learned that resilience begins with love. When someone believes in you without condition, it becomes impossible to give up on yourself.

My grandmother, on the other hand, was my toughest teacher. She never let me accept sympathy, not even from strangers. If I fell in the street, she would stop others from helping me and insist I rise on my own. At the time, it felt harsh. But in retrospect, it was the greatest gift. She taught me that resilience is not waiting for help — it is learning to rise, even in pain.

Between them, I learned two sides of resilience: the soft strength of unconditional support, and the hard strength of uncompromising independence. Together, they created the foundation of who I am today.

When I face challenges in business, leadership, or family, I often return to those lessons. Love gives me the courage to endure. Independence gives me the strength to act. And resilience, in its truest form, is born when those two forces meet.

Children are born with curiosity in their bones. Watch a toddler for even a minute — every sound, every color, every texture demands exploration. But somewhere along the way, most children lose this fire. They are taught answers before they are allowed to ask questions. They are taught compliance before they are allowed to explore.

As a father, my responsibility is not to fill my sons with knowledge. It is to protect and nurture their curiosity. Knowledge without curiosity dies quickly. But curiosity turns knowledge into wisdom, into invention, into breakthroughs.

In our home, curiosity is not just tolerated — it is celebrated. When my children ask “why,” I resist the temptation to give a quick answer. Instead, I return the question: “What do you think?” That moment of reflection builds confidence. It teaches them that their thoughts matter, that they can seek answers, not just receive them.

Curiosity also means letting them explore beyond comfort. Climb the tree. Take apart the toy. Ask the uncomfortable question. Yes, it means broken braces, messy rooms, endless experiments. But it also means resilience, adaptability, and imagination.

As parents, we cannot give our children a map of the future — the world they inherit will be too different from ours. But we can give them a compass: the courage to ask, the patience to learn, and the joy of discovery.

The greatest gift I can give my children is not safety, wealth, or status. It is curiosity — because with curiosity, they can build their own world, far greater than the one I leave them.