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My Son's Your Jr.

Some people wonder why I write. Some say that I have "WAAAAYYY to much time on my hands". Some think I've just gone crazy and others well they don't really know why....
So I decided that today I'd tell ONE of the reasons:

I write to not to see my own words, I write not to show my superior knowledge and ability to use words. I write not for the joy of writing.

I write for my son, My 18 year pain in the ass, lazy, unmotivated son. See I say that and you instantly assume that I dislike him or that I believe that he is a failure. When in fact I say those things about him not only because they are true, but because those are his only NEGATIVE qualities. Interesting really, here you have all these other parents in the world pulling their eyes and hair out trying to figure their child out and yet here I sit wit perhaps the greatest prodigy ever. His brain is amazing(almost equal to mine) and his personality is like mine "vastly unique". I don't have to worry about the things that he's into, because I'm kept well informed. I don't have to worry about "dumbing" things down or saying things nicely because he is mature enough to handle the truth. I know that he can determine between what is reality and what is not.

So then why MY writing, well this and just about everything that I do is to show him to teach him, man do you know how great the feeling is when you can teach someone something new? I am open and honest in my writings because I want him to see that when you know who you are, you'll never be afraid of what others perceive you to be. I want him to know that he can always be himself, thus allowing him to ALWAYS be who people WANT him to be. Because when you're that "One Person" that people know they can go to for and about just about anything, then you'll always know you're alive. One day he'll see that life is nothing but full of experiences, that everything you do has a meaning and changes something about something. I know that he will have much success in life, only because he will always be searching for a way to succeed, pretty cool huh?

Well, that's about all that I had. Really just wanted the world to meet another part of my daily motivation. I ask that anyone who reads this and has a kid of their own read this and then think about how you felt the last time you taught them something.
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  1. barbaraApril 14, 2009

    I love this one and I totally understand what you mean and i am in awww at what a great dad you are.... what you are teaching your son is one of the most important things he will ever learn... BE HIMSELF

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