These are random musings of my life journey, the people, animals, places, and events which have woven, and continue to weave, a tapestry that is me. We all know there is no real destination, only the ongoing experiences which blend together, creating the trail. Each step gives a glimpse of what is to come, without allowing me to see the end result. It is exciting. I have a home base that is mine, that gives me a place to rest. This is it. This is where my heart is, no matter where I journey...................

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Father's Day Around the Corner and I'm Misty-Eyed

Father's Day is coming up this weekend. I'm thinking about my son who is now grown and a father to a darling little girl. I'm also thinking about how it is often easier for mothers and daughters to have those special relationships and for sons to feel left out, or at least as a woman, I worry about that. He was definitely my buddy when he was little. Somewhere in the teenage years, he grew away from me, as is, I think common. Boys tend to do that stoic thing, as it has become uncool to have emotions around this age. But I wonder, I worry about him.

Scott has always had a special spot in my heart. As my firstborn, he is irreplaceable. As the boy I watched grow into a fine man, he has my respect. He is an excellent dad. But because he is who he is, a scientist, a skeptic, a man who remembers too well the potholes in the road of life, one who makes jokes more easily than he makes conversation with his old mom, I think there are many things left unsaid between us. I hope he knows how deeply I love him and how proud of him I am. I hope he knows that he is a magnificant example of fatherhood. And I hope he sneaks by and reads my blog occasionally. That way, he might know what you do now.

I wrote this in 1974, when he was almost 10 years old. It was a rough year. His father and I were divorcing and his world was full of holes, leaking his happiness all over the place.

To Scotty.........

My boy, how fast you’ve grown.
Time has slipped away
From me.
Day by day
You’ve become taller,
Not an infant anymore
But not quite grown up either.
So independent you’ve become,
I’ve given you responsibility,
And laid the world on your shoulders,
Expecting you to stand.
But you’re still my child,
My son,
My first born.
Forgive my errors
As I try to understand
And help you grow.
I love you, my boy.

Happy Father's Day, my son. I love you very much.

Scott, Connie and Kylee.

You can see how Kylee adores her Daddy.

The whole family again.

He is such a good dad, and anyone who meets this family has no doubt about it.

Time for a quick piggy back ride!

Isn't she lovely? She has her dad's grey-green eyes, her mom's beautiful olive complextion and dark hair. Perfect mixture.

Scott and me!

One last one . . . Scott and his own dad. I think Dad is making fun of Scott's folded arms. whatever, great smiles!


  1. What a wonderful tribute to your son. I am sure he appreciates your adoration.

  2. I agree with ragged...that was a beautiful tribute to Scott. Great pictures of Scott and his family. Kylee is so cute. She is going to be a heart breaker when she gets older. :) Beautiful poem that you wrote about Scott in 74. Have you shared this poem with him?

  3. What a wonderful post! Thank you so much for stopping by my site. Please accept my sincere apology for the profanity and Half-Nekkid Thursday entries, but I am young - and single!! HAHA

    I just really wanted you to know how much your comments meant to me. For you to take the time to read some of my earlier posts, a total stranger, and then say such uplifting words to me, made me feel really special, and I wanted you to know that I SINCERELY appreciate it!!

    Your family is lucky to have you!!

  4. ragged - Thanks. I hope he does. You know, I've said for a long time that if asked if I had to raise only girls or only boys, I would pick girls. Don't get me wrong, I love my son and my stepson very, very much. But with girls, you ALWAYS know where you stand and you can adjust as necessary to deal with them. They tell you loud and clear, several times a day, and although I could scream on some days, I did know what they thought, felt, heard, said, ate, breathed, kissed . . . well, you get it. The boys are socialized, often without intent, to be strong and stoic. It isn't cool for a boy to talk about affairs of the heart. Not understanding him doesn't mean I don't love him. :')

    Caroline - Yes, I shared it with him, but long ago. I don't know if he remembers it. If not . . . well, I hope he does visit my blog. Maybe Connie will and then she will force him to read it again! And yes Kylee is a doll. But don't you get it? All my grandbabies are gorgeous!! ;-)

  5. jinsane - Hey, no apologies are necessary! I loved your blog. And you're welcome for whatever. I hope you find your happiness soon. Hang in.


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