Tell someone you’re proud of just how proud
you are.
I’m proud of
my boys, both of them. When they were 3
and 5, their whole world was turned upside down. And when they were 6 and 8, life changed
again. And at 8 and 10, and again at 9 and 11, there were more major changes in
their lives that they had to roll with as if it was normal for every child
their age to experience. It’s like they were born military brats, except they
weren’t, and the changes they had to adjust to were more than just a change in
school, place of residence, and friends.
They were changes in the core of their lives, their families.
First there
was their parent’s divorce, then mom’s move from a BQ back into a house (when
they had to start going back and forth on a weekly and sometimes daily basis
from one house to the other), then mom’s remarriage, and finally their dad’s
move back to the states (and less than a year after, mom and step-dad’s move),
which ended up separating brothers for what will possibly be the rest of their
childhood. That’s a lot to process and
deal with in just a few short years of a child’s life. But guess what, they have adjusted and
adapted like nobody’s business. They
have rolled with the punches served and come out better on the other side, and
I’m so proud of how well they handled each and every bump in the road.
For example,
when my babies went to counseling with their parents, and it was decided that
the oldest be given a choice to move back to the states with his dad or stay in
the islands with his mom, do you know what these sweet, young boys did? They
talked it out together and decided that they didn’t want either parent to
suffer the loss of both children, so one would stay with mom and one would go
with dad, so neither would be lonely. What 9 and 11 year old boys consider
their parents in this way? I am amazed
by them. Today, at 11 and 13, they are
thoughtful, mannerly, smart, sweet, and overall good young men, making choices
that benefit not only them, but also their friends and family. No, they are not perfect, as none of us are,
and they sometimes have attitude and struggle with life, but considering all
they have dealt with up to now, they have turned out pretty darn good, despite
their parents missteps and mistakes.
Love you boys!! You are my sunshine and my moon, my day and night. I rise and go to bed thinking about you and
praying for God’s blessings in your lives.
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