Stability, that’s what we all crave, like a deep seated hunger to belong, to be wanted and/or needed. If we have that in our lives, everything else chaotic seems lessened and life is less stressful. I have been keeping an eye on my youngest son for the last few years. I have watched him go through things that aren’t normal for any young person. I have watched him sit quietly and I knew he was thinking about his life, which is a normal thing to do for us all. I could feel his pain of no real companion in his life. I could see it in his eyes how he longed for such a partner that would accept him exactly the way he is and he never pretended to be anyone else. I also knew that under that rough and sometimes rude façade that there was a heart of gold ready to be shared.
We all have a deep burning desire to be a part of someone other than ourselves. Although we are solitarily complete, we are incomplete until we have that someone. If we were meant to be alone there would have never been more than one.
I have also kept a watchful eye on my oldest son. He also had his share of life problems. As it goes sometimes, it took a couple of tries before he found someone that loves him for who he is. They are no exception to the rule that we all have to find our way. Sometimes I wonder if it is wise to wish to be young again with no worries or cares but we all know that is bullshit. Being young has its challenges and some are insurmountable. We learn to cope as we age.
Father’s Day in just around the corner. I often think about that role I have taken on, by choice, and I wonder if I have actually done as good a job as I had always hoped I would do. I may never know the real answer until I am in my final days or even hours. But I will know in my heart before it’s all said and done.
If I could leave my sons any one piece of advice that would benefit them more than any other it would be to be brothers in the true sense of the word. It doesn’t matter what has happened between siblings. When love is there for one another, there is nothing to keep them estranged..NOTHING! I guess if I had to define success as a parent it would be that their children love one another as no other. That’s where love for others is truly born. If as a parent your children have done that, to me personally, that is success. I love you both with all my heart, Tony and Robby. I simply love you!
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