tkrexx
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My Son turned 18 yesterday, and I haven't really slept since. I really don't know how to express it, but it has affected me profoundly. It's not a depression, but it is a sadness. I try to imagine how this young man sees our world, the world he's next in line to try to tame. All I can envision are isolated moments of the past. The first time he said "Hi." When he figured out the difference between one puppy and two puppies. Chasing squirrells in the park. When he asked me why all the other kids had a Mommy, not a Daddy. The night he got stuck, head first, between the bed and the wall. His first stitches. The hot summer day when the kittens needed a bath in the rain barrel. When we saw a boy two years older than him run down by a car. The first time he saw a mouse, he said, "Zat a bug?" When he brought home the second place medal from the Iowa state JV wrestling tourney. The last time I told him I love him. When his baby sister would leave my arms to go to him. When he told me he'd had sex. (That's m'boy!) His first paycheck. The day he lit a cigarette in front of my Grandfather. When he asked me to shave his head. That Gawdawful lip piercing! When did his beard become thicker than mine?
I simply get the feeling my job is not done, that there's so much more for my Son to learn. I guess it's me who has to learn to let go. He's not going anywhere yet, but that bridge is officially one step closer now. I take comfort in knowing that the relationship he & I share is one of very few, and it's a helluva lot better than the one my Father and I ever had. It's as much of a triumph for me as it is a threshold for him. I suppose I'm allowed a few moments of sadness for that which will never be again, the shaggy-blond, blue-eyed little boy running thru the clover, eating mulberries right off the tree, taking his lack-of-sibling rivalry out on me...Well, I don't really miss that part, but you get the story.
My wife can't quite identify with how I'm feeling just yet...Probably won't until our daughter reaches the age. That's understandable. So, I bring my confusion to the good people of the TMF. Thanks, ya'll, You're great listeners!
Rxx
I simply get the feeling my job is not done, that there's so much more for my Son to learn. I guess it's me who has to learn to let go. He's not going anywhere yet, but that bridge is officially one step closer now. I take comfort in knowing that the relationship he & I share is one of very few, and it's a helluva lot better than the one my Father and I ever had. It's as much of a triumph for me as it is a threshold for him. I suppose I'm allowed a few moments of sadness for that which will never be again, the shaggy-blond, blue-eyed little boy running thru the clover, eating mulberries right off the tree, taking his lack-of-sibling rivalry out on me...Well, I don't really miss that part, but you get the story.
My wife can't quite identify with how I'm feeling just yet...Probably won't until our daughter reaches the age. That's understandable. So, I bring my confusion to the good people of the TMF. Thanks, ya'll, You're great listeners!
Rxx

Have a Merry Christmas!


