Today my son is 22.
22.
Just because I didn't give birth to him, doesn't mean he's not mine.
I look at him and I see all the best things about his mother. His hair color, his slim Jim appearance.
I close my eyes and I hear my husband. How he argues, his playful sarcasm, the faces and expressions that he makes, his OCD for certain household items and chores, his instinct to protect the women in this house, and the best quality they share is their ability to love.
When these men love, they are done. It is a forever bond that they will protect till the end.
I think the most difficult thing about raising boys is teaching them how to be a good man. What makes a man a good one? Is it money? Attention? A great tutor? Sibblings or only child?
For my son it was so many combinations. House full of women, opportunities in sports, lots of friends. But I think the most important component in my Sons life that made him a good man was my husband.
Rob is my rock. He is a very fussy, opinionated, and sometimes rude man. I know that none of that sounds appealing to you but with him it can be. He has never let me down in our almost 4 years of marriage. I can honestly say that I have never been happier or more at peace in my heart. Loving him has always come quite easy, sometimes too easy and I have to pinch myself and be sure that I'm not dreaming. I know, gross and tacky writing but it truely is how I feel.
He takes care of the family finances... I have no idea what utilities cost anymore. He is an amazing male role model with my children. He lives for our family without many requests in return.
He is a man's man. All his friends respect him, seek advice from him... hell some of them want to be him. :0
Men like my son. I am so proud of my men. When I think of my daughters and what kind of mate I would like for them... they resemble the qualities I see in my son.
Happy birthday handsome.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Children
When your female and four, adulthood is so very pretty. You wish for the Cinderella wedding where you of coarse marry your charming prince. Move into a castle and live happily ever after.
When your female and eight, adulthood is very glamorous. You wish for a handsome man to sweep you off your feet. Have a great car and join you in a gigantic wedding ceremony. You will live in a big house with lots of fancy things. Have a house full of children and a dog.
When your female and fifteen, adulthood is the goal. You wish for the newest pop sensation to whisk you away and put your picture on all the tabloids asking "who's that girl?". You want to live in a fantastic industrial themed loft filled with only big expensive things.
When your female and twenty five, adulthood is upon you. You don't need any damn Prince whisking you away, you are all the success you need. You own the best clunker on the market and the basement apartment your renting is fabulous... As long as it doesn't rain.
When your female and thirty five, you realize "shit, I'm halfway to seventy" You thank god for the husband you have because the girlfriends you keep company with are all divorced or worse.... still single.
You live in a modest three bedroom townhouse because its cheap and they fix anything that breaks... eventually.
You have four children that you thank your good graces you only had to personally deliver one vaginally. Ex-wives of new husbands do come in handy for such occasions.
You find yourself feeding two dogs, a cat, a ferret and a Lizard and contemplate adding the words boarding house to your address.
You live in this house with your fifteen year old female (see above) your twenty five year old female university student(see above) your twenty one year old male university student and contemplate adding the words boarding house to your address. Lucky your twenty eight year old female graduate only comes home to the boarding house once a year between Korean English teacher contracts once a year.... for three months.
Sometimes I even pass my husband in the hallway and muster enough energy to give him a wink.
My birthday is three months away. I'll be thirty seven. Wanna know a post secret? I still have my tiara from when I was four. When I am having one of those thirty five and living in a boarding house days, I put it on and close my eyes... I am four again, I am living where my biggest concern is what my barbie will wear today. I am looking forward to my Kraft dinner and hot dog lunch. My aunt Marie is still alive and watching Dr. Who thinking that I am asleep with her on the couch. I am happy to be toilet trained. My greatest love is my blankie.
Take a minute out of your day, put your tiara on, close your eyes.... who are you?
When your female and eight, adulthood is very glamorous. You wish for a handsome man to sweep you off your feet. Have a great car and join you in a gigantic wedding ceremony. You will live in a big house with lots of fancy things. Have a house full of children and a dog.
When your female and fifteen, adulthood is the goal. You wish for the newest pop sensation to whisk you away and put your picture on all the tabloids asking "who's that girl?". You want to live in a fantastic industrial themed loft filled with only big expensive things.
When your female and twenty five, adulthood is upon you. You don't need any damn Prince whisking you away, you are all the success you need. You own the best clunker on the market and the basement apartment your renting is fabulous... As long as it doesn't rain.
When your female and thirty five, you realize "shit, I'm halfway to seventy" You thank god for the husband you have because the girlfriends you keep company with are all divorced or worse.... still single.
You live in a modest three bedroom townhouse because its cheap and they fix anything that breaks... eventually.
You have four children that you thank your good graces you only had to personally deliver one vaginally. Ex-wives of new husbands do come in handy for such occasions.
You find yourself feeding two dogs, a cat, a ferret and a Lizard and contemplate adding the words boarding house to your address.
You live in this house with your fifteen year old female (see above) your twenty five year old female university student(see above) your twenty one year old male university student and contemplate adding the words boarding house to your address. Lucky your twenty eight year old female graduate only comes home to the boarding house once a year between Korean English teacher contracts once a year.... for three months.
Sometimes I even pass my husband in the hallway and muster enough energy to give him a wink.
My birthday is three months away. I'll be thirty seven. Wanna know a post secret? I still have my tiara from when I was four. When I am having one of those thirty five and living in a boarding house days, I put it on and close my eyes... I am four again, I am living where my biggest concern is what my barbie will wear today. I am looking forward to my Kraft dinner and hot dog lunch. My aunt Marie is still alive and watching Dr. Who thinking that I am asleep with her on the couch. I am happy to be toilet trained. My greatest love is my blankie.
Take a minute out of your day, put your tiara on, close your eyes.... who are you?
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