My first son came into this word fast and furious… Barely enough time to get to the hospital, and no time for an epidural. Uggg, worst labor ever, but at least it was quick. He started out causing me pain and when we got him home from the hospital it was weeks of colic. He always seemed to be cranky as a baby, then as a toddler we would have to “trick” him into being compliant, as in making him choose to do what we wanted him to do on his own somehow. He hated authority even as a baby. Funny how certain characteristics are bred.
Luckily he became mellower with age. As a young teen I remember him always wanted to be involved with what ever was going on in the house. He would help peel potatoes in the kitchen or shovel snow outside. He was a good boy that way. If I was running out to the store it was Dan who would volunteer to come and help me with the groceries.
Now he is a laid back, almost 24 yr old young man of whom I am very proud. He has overcome many obstacles and made some painful choices recently that he needed to preserve his own well-being.
We went through our ups and downs together as any parent can relate to raising a strong- minded boy.
I see great things for him in his future. All he needed was some support and a feeling of self-worth to move forward.
Its wonderful to have him living under my roof again after years of not seeing him. Im glad that he was able to lift himself up and stand up to some demons. Namely…his father.
His step-father, my wonderful husband, Corey has treated him like his own and is being the “father he didnt have to be”
“he didnt have to be”
…………..And then all of a sudden
Oh, it seemed so strange to me
How we went from something’s missing
To a family
Lookin’ back all I can say
About all the things he did for me
Is I hope I’m at least half the dad
That he didn’t have to be