Dear son,
Sometimes it hurts as much as it gladdens my heart about your new found love - I see it oozing from your smile & gaze.
But again it should be the joy for every mother to nuture and watch her son transcend from a man to a husband & finally, to rest on the couch of Fatherhood.
We women are complex! Like the clock, we undergo multiple seasonal cycles - Tears & Laughter, Lover & Adversary, Mother & Child, Demanding & Sacrificing... Most of which we can't even predict.
Your father usually referred to himself as a Miner and me, the Mine - that he'll keep digging for the best of virtue-minerals.
When issues arose, he assumed I was being in my impure state of gold. One of his favorite paintings was that of a wild cat I never knew why untill after his death.
I removed the large canvass painting from the wall while cleaning one weekend and saw on the reverse...
"She's like a wild cat, tender & gracious yet her paws will come out when pressured or in a bid to protect her own"
To sustain your relationship, you need to remind yourself you are "two different people, but not too different from each other" as perfection isn't the absence of differences but the presence of synchrony.
We had it pretty rough the first few months because I wanted him to be like my dad automatically.
I mentioned it on few occasions but stopped when I realized it weighed him down terribly. What grave mistake I discovered I made when he kept avoiding me.
He recourse in talking to his mom that period. He didn't disclose anything about the issue though but he spent hours on the phone with her.
He agreed to anything I wanted for his peace. He became too careful around me while I watched his blissful smile go straight after any conversation on seeing me.
Nothing else hurts as much as being ignored. It was driving me crazy. I vowed never to compare him directly or indirectly with anyone anymore.
Things did take a new turn when I resolved to encouraging and supporting him... That made my submission easier.
It's pretty hard to let go but again, I know you'll be a finer man than your late awesome dad.
Love mom.
Sometimes it hurts as much as it gladdens my heart about your new found love - I see it oozing from your smile & gaze.
But again it should be the joy for every mother to nuture and watch her son transcend from a man to a husband & finally, to rest on the couch of Fatherhood.
We women are complex! Like the clock, we undergo multiple seasonal cycles - Tears & Laughter, Lover & Adversary, Mother & Child, Demanding & Sacrificing... Most of which we can't even predict.
Your father usually referred to himself as a Miner and me, the Mine - that he'll keep digging for the best of virtue-minerals.
When issues arose, he assumed I was being in my impure state of gold. One of his favorite paintings was that of a wild cat I never knew why untill after his death.
I removed the large canvass painting from the wall while cleaning one weekend and saw on the reverse...
"She's like a wild cat, tender & gracious yet her paws will come out when pressured or in a bid to protect her own"
To sustain your relationship, you need to remind yourself you are "two different people, but not too different from each other" as perfection isn't the absence of differences but the presence of synchrony.
We had it pretty rough the first few months because I wanted him to be like my dad automatically.
I mentioned it on few occasions but stopped when I realized it weighed him down terribly. What grave mistake I discovered I made when he kept avoiding me.
He recourse in talking to his mom that period. He didn't disclose anything about the issue though but he spent hours on the phone with her.
He agreed to anything I wanted for his peace. He became too careful around me while I watched his blissful smile go straight after any conversation on seeing me.
Nothing else hurts as much as being ignored. It was driving me crazy. I vowed never to compare him directly or indirectly with anyone anymore.
Things did take a new turn when I resolved to encouraging and supporting him... That made my submission easier.
It's pretty hard to let go but again, I know you'll be a finer man than your late awesome dad.
Love mom.
