He’s My Boy!

This week, I’ve had the privilege of hanging out with my boy more than normal. His mother and sister have gone on a trip for the week so it’s “No Rules” week at our house. He calls it man time. I call it perfect!

I just can’t help but love this boy. Yes, he makes me so mad at times I can’t see straight. But in the same breath, I can’t love him any more. He reminds me of  me; which can be good and bad.  He looks like me and he’s quirky and witty like me. He has his moments of brilliance, like his mother, but has his moments of idiocy, like me. He loves unconditionally. He’s more guarded than me but loves more than me. He cares for his friends when they are hurting and happy with them when they are happy. He loves to play but doesn’t showboat or call others out. G is pretty amazing and has been told on more than one occasion, “You are your father’s kid.”

I can now see why my parents have told me on more than one occasion that I could make them so proud but make them so mad at the same time. While watching him play outside today, I remember back to when I was his age. Playing ball with no care in the world. Just playing. Not worried about who was watching or what they were thinking. Just playing. There are times I wish I could go back to that. But why can’t I? I am the only one stopping me. I’m the one who looks around to see who might be watching. I’m the one stopping me. Not others.

As much as G is like me, I realize he’s more than I am. He’s still a boy. He hasn’t been harmed by this world or the people in it. He hasn’t been let down by someone close to him. G’s heart is still a kid’s heart. I’ve seen kids his age who are hurt by those closest to them. Some of his friend’s parents aren’t together and he hurts for his buddies. G is one of the most amazing kids I’ve been around and am so glad God has allowed me to be his Daddy.

Thanks for teaching me how to be a kid again G. I’ve needed this week more than you could imagine.

 

I love you son!!

Your Daddy