They are each totally unique. One is a jock involved in every sport possible either as a participant or a fan, but totally engulfed to the point of being a letterman. Then I have a son that is so far removed from the sports scene that when his high school won the State Basketball Tournament . . . he did not even know they were in the game.
I have a true business oriented son who knows what to do, and how to do it in order to get ahead in Corporate America, and then I have a son who finds employment a true crimp in his busy day.
I have an artist who can make a guitar sing; whose lyrics bring tears, and laughter, concern and smiles to the audience in attendance, and I have a son who can not carry a tune in a bucket. I have a photographer who can use his mind’s eye to create an image to share with the world that we would otherwise ignore in reality, and I have a son who has yet to share any of his photographic creations . . . with the exception of the silly face executed by his friends and of course the “self” photo.
I have three sons, and three reasons for pride. Are they perfect? They are unique. They have chosen paths that make their lives full. They have chosen directions that make them happy. They are all still young, and their paths may take a turn as their personal journey through life twists and turns, but to date . . . they have made good choices [with a few exceptions during teen years for the older two, and a TBD for #3’s teen years], and for that I am grateful and proud. I know that I do not tell them any of this on a regular basis so I thought I would put it in print for them to see and share whenever life gives them a kick in the stomach, whenever their choices are not perfect, and when they have moments of disappointment for themselves and those they love.
Yes, one can not catch a plane any more then a dog can catch a car. He can forget the most important things like a passport between countries, and birthdays of family members, but we know he is who he is, and for some reason . . . our love exceeds our initial response to his inability to do the norm, but norm is not his name, and norm is not his style!
If you know which is which . . . then you know my boys. If you do not, that is ok, because they know; I just want you to know that I love them all.
I have three sons, and three reasons for pride. Are they perfect? They are unique. They have chosen paths that make their lives full. They have chosen directions that make them happy. They are all still young, and their paths may take a turn as their personal journey through life twists and turns, but to date . . . they have made good choices [with a few exceptions during teen years for the older two, and a TBD for #3’s teen years], and for that I am grateful and proud. I know that I do not tell them any of this on a regular basis so I thought I would put it in print for them to see and share whenever life gives them a kick in the stomach, whenever their choices are not perfect, and when they have moments of disappointment for themselves and those they love.
Yes, one can not catch a plane any more then a dog can catch a car. He can forget the most important things like a passport between countries, and birthdays of family members, but we know he is who he is, and for some reason . . . our love exceeds our initial response to his inability to do the norm, but norm is not his name, and norm is not his style!
If you know which is which . . . then you know my boys. If you do not, that is ok, because they know; I just want you to know that I love them all.
I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!
1 comment:
Love you too Dad!
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