I stole the title of this post from a comment left on one of my other posts.
I believe kat from the blog ‘Time No Matter’ will understand. Thanks kat, I truly appreciate every comment you write to me.
The other day in the afternoon I was sitting in the backyard writing a post and performing some research about a specific topic. During this time, I read kat’s comment on my post ‘Learning the Hard Way‘. This is a portion of her comment –
My father always told my mother, Kathy will just have to learn about life from the school of hard knocks!!! I was the most argumentative, stubborn, smart mouth kid around…LOL My mom always said, Don’t worry she will get hers when she starts having kids just like her, there’s always one just like them…LOL they were both right….I am still going to the school of hard knocks, learning from life…I still have a smart mouth…hummmm can’t believe that…LOL and I did have a son, just like myself…hard to raise and it still is at times….even though hes 29….but like me, he is love of a kid and would give up his right arm for the right person
That comment struck me hard! She wrote something in that comment that I totally relate to.
Last year, in my post ‘Happy Birthday Son #1‘, I wrote the following –
Today is my oldest son’s birthday!
He is now approaching his middle 30s and I am honored to say he is my son. Since he was a baby, I would always say “He is just like me, he has my personality”. Many times I have regretted saying that because I do not wish upon him or anyone else to be like me! He is his own man; working, having children of his own and has become a very responsible person. But he does have some of my genes; the genes that cause struggles and challenges.
In today’s post, I write the following –
My son #1, turned 34 last month, you can read the post I wrote here: ‘# 34, my ‘kid’!‘.
I never want to write bad things about anyone, especially my sons. This blog is about my life; but my sons are part of that life. Son #1 has and still is experiencing tough times in his life. We spoke on his birthday for the first time in 6 months. This time period not speaking was not because I had not tried to contact him. I try not to make it about me, but I do become angry and hurt when my calls are not returned. I try to put myself in his shoes because I know he is going through some struggles in his life right now. Struggles that are very similar to mine when I was his age.
As I continue to write this blog, I research, learn and discover me. This part of me that causes struggles within me – maybe my son is going through this also.
And what about those calls that are never returned? Well maybe, just maybe he is busy in the school of hard knocks.