Role Reversal

Years ago – decades ago – I was given two small people to show how to be in this world. There are days when I know I did good, and then there are other days. Mostly I am very proud of my sons. As every parent knows, there are times when I wish I could really be the boss of them instead of just pretending. It was ever thus. I’ve never had a lick of control over either of my sons. The best I could do was lead the way along a path of what I thought a good life looked like.

My sons are grown up now. They have made lives of their own. They have chosen paths that are exactly right for them right now. They have to be, otherwise they would choose different paths.

I look at them and admire their choices, their tenacity, their determination. I believe I did okay.

But …

I haven’t written here for a while. Too long. I am going to get a nasty email or phone call soon. My son will tell me that I am not living up to his expectations. I have not written anything.

That isn’t quite true. I’ve been writing a lot. I have written a couple weeks worth of articles for the ezine I contribute to. I have been working diligently on my book. I have spent lots of time writing this week. I just haven’t posted anything here.

That’s the issue.

I am trying to head off some castigating comments from the peanut gallery. I have no idea how these people got this way. Surely I never bossed my children around. It must have been all the television or video games. But if that is true, then I suppose it is still my fault because I allowed the TV and video games.

There is no way out of this mess other than to write something and paste it up on my blog. It is the only way to keep out of trouble.

Kids!