Chris

I love learning something new about a friend.  This week, I learned that my friend Chris has a talent for writing.  I am sharing a text he wrote called, “I Am Learning…”  Two things about this made me reach for a tissue.  One (of course) is how beautifully he displays his complete unconditional love and joy he has for his boyz.  And also, I feel so blessed that such great men are in my circle of friends.    ~ Peace.

I AM LEARNING…

I am learning what it means to have had the honor to be a father, friend, enemy, coach, referee, and even just the guy on the sidelines. All of course encompass the pleasure and horror of being the father of my two now seemingly grown boys.

I am learning that the times you forget will come back at you in a rush when you are saying goodbye, in your minds eye you are looking over at your son seeing a toddler with ketchup all over his face or a 10 year old saying “Dad watch this!!” knowing that you must be ready to jump into action when he comes running to you with his boo boo. Your seeing your son showing you how fast he is or how many times he can jump on a pogo stick….”bet that was a world record Dad!!!!” Of course it always was. You see first football, baseball games, soccer games and such………You see how happy they were when they got two game systems so they could have ALL their friends over for one heck of a war!!! In my minds eye I see the good and the bad, I see them hating me because I said no, and loving me just because I was at the game. My boys will always be my babies, they will always be 99% of my heart…..

I am learning how to see my boys as they were so I can appreciate the men they are today…….I cant help see the little boys who wore me out trying to keep up with me and saw no wrong in my eyes, and while these days its me who has a hard time keeping up, and they know I have been wrong and made mistakes….but when I look into their eyes it’s love that I see.

My youngest son works very hard keeping the people of Fort Worth happy and has a way of bringing a smile on anyone’s face whether they want to smile or not. I find myself watching as he works wanting to jump in and help, but there is no reason….MY BOY has got it, no matter the situation he will have it well in hand this I am sure.

The last time I saw my oldest son was when I sent him off to the Army back in August 2009, and while I knew I was hugging a grown man with scruff and muscles and a deep voice I only saw my baby boy running off to a new adventure and still looked back to see if I was watching….Of course I was.

I am learning that if pride is a weakness then I am weak……Because I am so proud of MY Boys my heart will beat forever!