**** Father's Day..... ungrateful little shit assed children......
I hate to hear that. Really.
Nothing surprises me more than the fact that all my kids love me and we all have a good relationship. Through the years leading to today, I though for sure at least one of them would go nuts and stay that way. There was a one in four chance. But as is, they love me. And who can blame them?
Throughout it all, and sometimes it was The Jerry Springer Show Uncut, there was never - not ever - one doubt in any of their minds that I didn't love them more than I love myself, and that I would not be there to show them how to pick up the pieces no matter what happened. Notice I didn't say "help them pick up the pieces".
My kids, who will all be at least 30 next April, are pretty remarkable people. And full of surprises. The one I thought would be in prison by now is a Suburban Squire with one marriage, two kids (one who will be 17 this years), two cars and a mortgage. The daughter I though we'd have to emotionally support forever just celebrated her 10th wedding anniversary, has two kids, will graduate from college in November, and we're going to her place today.
My other two, the ones I thought would breeze through life, are my only concern. They are both doing well, but I still wonder if they will ever find the right mates who make them happy. I worry they don't think too far ahead.
Life is complicated and wrinkled sometimes. Love irons it out.
