Yup...here he is...wearing an eye patch...and not because he's pretending to be a pirate...but because he has a corneal abrasion. The patch might also be covering the cut on his forehead....and did I mention the jump off the stairs where he went unresponsive and I was one digit away from a 911 call? Not to mention a few wipeouts on his bike...
These are only the incidents where he shows visible scars....not the many incidents that make me age by the second and leave invisible scars...like all the last minute assignments that almost didn't get done and the struggle (on my part) to get him to do them, and the ones that I don't know about that were never completed; like the battle that is trying to get him up every morning....and trying to respond to his BS artistry and penchant for argument...when I myself, desire harmony.
Tonight I am hoping and praying that I have what it takes, to see him through to adulthood...to keep him alive (although I will admit to you that it is not infrequent that I ponder Bill Cosby's quote: "I brought you in this world, and I can take you out.") ; and, in fact, help mold him into a responsible, caring adult. I have often said, that when he walks across the stage to receive his high school diploma, I will bend down, kiss the ground and raise my arms toward heaven.....telling the Lord my task on earth has been completed and I am ready to go home. Why though, am I starting to think...that the task will not be completed for a few years after that?
"My many years of living have not made the actions of teenage boys any less enigmatic."
~ Avery Williams
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