As proof... my son has just gotten another tattoo...
I realize it could be worse... it's not Darth Vader, or a naked sailor girl, or Tweety Bird... but still. I am not happy. His little body was so beautiful and so perfect when he popped out into the world. It is difficult to see.
And "grounded".... I have no idea what he is thinking about that. He still has so much growing up to do. But then, at 21, we think we know everything.
No, I am feeling pretty much a failure as a mother and am thinking of giving up the gig entirely. Changing my name and moving somewhere else.
While raising these boys, I did not smoke, I did not drink, I did not gamble, I did not do drugs, I did not sleep around or even date, at all. I was the perfect example of a happy, content person. And I was perfectly content not doing any of those things. I did not need them in my life to feign happiness. I believe happiness comes from within and is a choice. I continued to go to church and shared my belief that Jesus Christ is the Son of God who died for our sins
I only made one major mistake in my life... I married an emotionally abusive man and after almost 22 years, divorced him. The boys were 11 and 13 when I told them of my decision.
Because of that, I guess, my sons have done everything I never did, and much more, and neither is walking with the Lord.
I want to barf when I see that meme that talks about being an example to your children... What good did it do ME?
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Please see "I Am Alive", October 201, for a follow up
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