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I honestly wasn't sure this would happen
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I honestly wasn't sure this would happen My youngest , my boy turns 18 today. There were times over the years that I was very doubtful I could keep the alive to this point. Between wrecking bicycles and rolling quads, jumping off 40 foot diving platforms when he was way too little, irritating his older sisters to the point of exasperation and downright brutal retaliation, and of course pissing his father off on numerous occasions, I really wasn't sure we would make it this far. But, here we are. My is a man, in the eyes of western culture anyway. He is 6'7. Has a deep voice. Has to shave his face. Yet, he is my . I love all my fiercely, but he is the last. The last to take his first steps. The last to pat my cheek and tell me "I'll be ok ma" before he boldly charged up the school bus steps on his first day of kindergarten. He has grown up so much in just the past few months. Due to rolling a quad, breaking bones and pulverizing ligaments and coping with recovery of both the initial injuries and subsequent reconstruction surgeries, and to be quite honest, his laziness, he did not graduate high school this year. Once it became apparent that he was not receiving a diploma, he at first had the expected "fuck it, i will get my GED" attitude. Within a few weeks though, he decided he does want a diploma. He wants to "do it right." Damn. Maybe he gets it. I dunno. What really blows my mind, this , who is the most laid back, lackadaisical human on the planet. Who learned at a very early age that he was gifted with a charm and a killer lopsided grin that would combine to get him out of whatever trouble he got himself into, and if you're going to be late to summer school, you might as well stop and get donuts for everyone, you will be even later, but hey, donuts for everyone, is dead set on becoming a Marine. Both the Drs and the Marines expect that his injuries will heal allowing him to enlist. My , my sweet boy, a Marine. Oooff. That kinda hurts. I feel like a parent should give their advice in potent moments like "big" birthdays. But I'm a girl, I'm not sure if the advice I gave my girls is appropriate for the boy . Things like "keep YOUR friends, you will all move and have families, but stay as close as possible to your friends, you lived through training bras and braces and first periods together, share the rest of your lives too" and to that liberal middle (god help me, a liberal) "You are NOT equal to a man, you never will be, and that's ok. If men and women were equal, there would not be both men and women, there would be wen or some shit, but not both. Men and women complete each other, you are far superior to men in some ways, and they are superior to you in some ways. Should you have equal rights? of course, are we equal? no." But now, with the boy, that doesn't feel like enough. What does a man/boy need to know? I will pass along any words of wisdom shared. The best I could do was waking him this morning by serenading him with "simple man" by lynard skynard. I used to rock him to sleep to that song, he's known every word since he could talk, and he does a ass cover of it himself. Just keep it simple beautiful boy. You will be just fine. |
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11 years ago, the marines wouldn't take my son without a high school diploma. They didn't want a GED, they were picky because of the recession
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My son is 31 and successful young professional at his young age. I asked to listen to Tim McGraws "Humble and Kind" and try to remember to do the right thinks. He was very taken by the lyrics. One other great saying, " Integrity is doing the right thing, even no one else is watching"
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Now go kick his ass! Just to let him know you are still his MOM! 
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