Hi-ho and hello.
Some changes have happened in the last week that have done an admirable job of disrupting my flow of work and focus.
Want to know what it is?
It’s my son.
Though I’ve been on my Carl Jung kick as of late, I’ve drifted far from it.
Thing is, I’m invested here, mind you, here at home doing what I can to be there for my son and more each day I’m seeing that he’s more isolated and lonely than anyone.
I’m with him every day and happened to be so clearly selfish of my own issues that I’d missed that my son, the nonverbal child, had no friend. He didn’t have a little someone to share secrets and whispers angry nothing’s about parents and rules. He just his mom and dad.
His talker (AAC device) knows me as dad-friend. So I’m trying to fit that need for him. This last week has been his first summer break week and he’s absorbed the hours of my waking time like a sponge born from the sands.
Yes, there are moments where I clench, where I roll my eyes, where I sigh with silent lamentations. Even now while I’m trying to write and he presses his sweaty forehead into my face, and pushes his stinky self against because he wants that time and he wants the attention on him.
It’s worth every minute to be with him, and I’m finding that I just need to work with it and roll with the punches when it comes. The thing is ever since being a kid I wanted to be a dad. And I f***** up in the past, and there are two boys that I still don’t know, so the fact that there is a beautiful wonderful kid right here, and I have the opportunity, I’m going to take it.
Mind you I do make sure those boys are taken care of, as a matter of fact it’s more my wife that does than I do, especially now that I don’t have a job. Bless her heart.
Regardless of all of it, I do apologize and we’ll make sure to get back up to date and the next couple days and we’ll get back on the subject of Carl Jung and the Five Pillars and focusing on each with a little bit more relevant detail.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May your day be blissful, may the night be graced with a glimmering hope for brightness tomorrow.
NOSCE TE IPSUM
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