When love is part of your life there is an added sense of being, be it for another or yourself. The elevation of elation heightens the senses above a natural state. I do not know the scientific termination but the physical feeling brings more of everything to life. Nowadays my children are beginning to forge a furrow in the field of life and I can adjust to each passing day with the knowledge I have gained while bringing them to where they now find themselves. My time when I would do every thing for them without thanks aids me in the here and now, the same application is in effect. Today my son was on the phone to his mother and asked to talk to me, wanting to know why I allow his little sister to sit in pubs on a weekend night. Can I say that his “little” sister is seventeen years old, eighteen in a couple of months. Last night when she informed me she was going out and “may” be back tonight but “maybe” not, her mother reminded me that my son had been allowed a certain leeway, leaving me to accept I give my daughter the same space. A fortnight ago my girl stayed out all night for the first time, and I was made aware she would be staying with a male. After a deal of soul searching and a little advice from the mother of my daughter, I came to the realisation that my girl was a woman. Or from now on I will be treating her as a woman. She attends local college, five days a week, and since we understood the nightmare she went through due to having access to the internet through her mobile phone, she is a completely changed personality. Her beautiful smile has returned and she is helpful and thoughtful, so a lot changed in a short period of time. My son stays at University for much of the year, thirty five miles away in Liverpool, so do not get to see him often although we talk and text plenty. The love of football gives us reason to stay in touch apart from the usual father son stuff, He is a busy man, working part time, studies and research, plus going to the gym six days a week. He right now is 5′ 10″, to my 5’6″ and I think it is because since the day he could walk he has been incredibly active. He is muscled in a coordinated fashion rather than a big bulging state, I am incredibly proud of how he goes about his affairs, he has one girl and to my knowledge does not stray and apparently neither does his girl, who is a nice person, I have met her many times now. People often use the phrase “blame the parents” when discussing a wayward child, I like to think the same applies when the child is a godsend. I mean once in temper my son shouted at me, “i am only going uni to get away from you”! seriously, at the time I thought to myself, “if that is true then brilliant” I achieved a goal by default and I see no problem there. I only want what they want, and I have to treat them with the same attitude. Although I can advise I cannot direct, we do not come from a long line of banking families where rules of engagement are written in some invisible book of honour and process. No, we are a modern family whereby we use the love we hold for each other with the respect we hold for each to live their life as they see fit, to keep us locked together although not physically, but spiritually, as a family. My daughter just reminded what that can mean as she barged in on me while I am writing and asked me to make her a cup of tea cos she is going to bed, I offered in ten minutes to give myself time to finish this post. She marched back upstairs cursing, trials of living with a teenage daughter.
I passed the phone back to the mother of my son, after telling him, “she is my daughter and I hear lots I don’t want to, but I have to deal with it so don’t tell me how to deal with her, talk to your mum, its mother’s day” My daughter has the need to tell me about her nights out when there is a lot I would be ok with not hearing but I am her only outlet most of the time so I endure. I don’t do mother’s day but make sure my kids do. Happy mothers day to all who earned the title.