So; after another successful day, I lay down my head and sleep the sleep of blessed wrapped in the cloak of protection and warmed by the love of Jesus.
Please explain why my uncomplicated life is not full of bliss. Why would someone who has obtained so much, with so little effort, is anything but bathed in Grace? What do I want? I don’t know; now hurry up and give it to me! I don’t want anything for myself. I want my imperfect clones to obtain contentment. I don’t want my youngest stressed and I don’t want my oldest to watch the parade of dreams pass him by. My boys are everything kind and gentle in the world. They are loving, giving and expressive. Caleb is not verbose but he is quick with a cub hug and smile. Johnathan can still tell his father anything, even “I love you” and seeks my advice when it comes to the ladies. Pardon me while I digress…
The enigma that is I struggles with advising my son in regard to the ladies in his life. My perspective is warped by time and experience. My younger self valued the conquest and my middle self played the game with confidence and Skill (If I do say so myself) but my present self has immersed himself in love and flows with the tides. (No, this is not a reference to the menstrual cycle; it is a true Oceanic reference to the ebb and flows, highs and lows, of life.) So, how does one advise his young, fit, good looking son in regard to women? The rules have changed, to the detriment of all, and young ladies are far to willing to surrender control of the one commodity I valued as a youth. Speaking of “My Cousin Vinny”; I disagree with Marisa Tormei as the Oscar award winner for best supporting actress but Fred Gwynne was hilarious. My son faces few challenges and without pressure and heat, coal never becomes a woman’s best friend.
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