The Boy Teacher and the Father Student 39; I Just Called To Say I Love You
I Am Just A Bit Actor
Son can you chat a bit? Not really dad. Well that is fine son. I love you. I am so proud of you. But I love all you do so keep on keeping on. Talk soon on your dime.
When the boy is post 30 tenderness is not so needed. Harsh judgments and differing views rule the day most often. And it is that caring that makes us right. And for my elder son and I with matching degrees in philosophy it also means that we get it write.
An ability to shut up. A closeness though I might be in Asia and maybe he in Canada. He is a poet songwriter I do mostly legal stuff. I get hired to write in feelings into legal crap. He is the leader of a great band.
They Took That Photo of Us
I used to lead him on hikes. Now he doubles back and carries my pack. Maybe we have climbed 500 miles together. Sometimes each step hurts. Sometimes we fly like butterflies.
There can be no greater gift God can give than giving a son that surpasses you. A treasure who learned from your mistakes. A man’s man and as sensitive as a new Spring’s breeze. Just enough tough love to be good but never harsh.
A man past sixty has issues current and past. A young man will have issues current and ahead. I was adopted so I was chosen but the main notion of not choosing your family is a fair deal.
The choice to fully love family is fully a decision and then followed up with heart. If the mind shuts down the heart the choice is lost. Just one little sliver of moon light can ignite the righteous love that we are born to. We are not passengers on this train of life, we are conductors. The control of ours is a notion of free will. Love is the ultimate free will.
My son loves me no matter. He does that, not as an obligation but a warm heart.
So we dedicate this Father Son episode to all those fantastic sons and daughters that love us.
And today especially to Brooks Dierker, maybe the best son ever, but his little brother is closing in! Brooks has seen a Peruvian sunrise, snow skied in India, seen the Northern Lights, watched the sun close in France and hiked the Grand Canyon like nobody’s business.
I used to think that I was a rolling stone where no moss would grow. Brooks is a rolling stone where love grows.
There just simply are not many regular folk that know and love Native Americans, Spaniards, Indians, Greeks as the same from handshaking brotherhood. The net is cool. But travelling until you are bone weary is a whole lot better.
Well I raise a toast and tip my hat to that fine man.
You Just Know It Is Tough Sometimes Hard
We do not get to do redoes. We have one ride. Get bucked off the stallion and we walk off without the prize. But a son can reverse the loss with the love we do not get to sell or teach them. It is free. Maybe we let go and let love. Maybe. Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Love.