My eldest turned 24 yesterday.
She was born in West Branch, Michigan. West Branch is a nice little touristy town just off of I-75 in Northern Michigan. There is, or was, a really nice family owned restaurant there called "Charbenoes". The spelling could be off. This restaurant had a really nice buffet every weekend. I loved going there with my wife, and with family whenever they came to visit.
Anyway, Raven-Sparkle, came at the end of a really hot summer. Her Mother spent the majority of the summer sitting in front of 2 fans. We didn't have air conditioning. We lived in a converted A-frame house. It was a really nice place to live and work. Other than the job was retail.
Raven lives out in Arizona now. She moved there with her Mom back in the 80's after we were divorced. She has gone through her struggles better than most. She has had struggles that I wish I could have helped her through. But she still talks to me. She loves me, and I love her.
Kids. I can't figure them out. My kids have had to put up with a lot of crap from me. Missed birthdays, and christmas'. Late birthday cards and gifts, christmas gifts coming late, or some times going to the wrong address. And to make matters even worse, some times not being able to afford gifts. Single Mom's endure this all of the time, but they are with their kids. Dad's who can't make ends meet while paying the child support, just feel like shit when they can't afford to send their kids something.
And my kids have been wonderful through it all. I have never hid my problems from them. Have probably told them too much of my problems. But they have been there for me. Love those kids.
Namaste.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
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You know, kids are really pretty simple to figure out, but people rarely take the time to try. I personally didn't care so much about getting "stuff." I'd rather just have a conversation, share an experience, make memories...that kind of thing. I mean, stuff is nice, and I enjoy it...don't get me wrong, but that wasn't what mattered most.
Also, too many parents are afraid to show their children that they make mistakes like everyone else in the world. The fact that you owned up to your mistakes (after you're done being passive agressive...lol) was probably one of the most important lessons I learned from you.
So thanks.
You are welcome, sweetie. But I have to disagree with you about the conversation part. There were plenty of times I called that you weren't in the mood to talk. And I love you still
Namaste.
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