What a time this is. We’re learning more about our precious son on a daily basis - as he learns about his small - but ever expanding world.
Today we’re taking our first trip. A little visit to the college, though the snow and sleet. It feels like we’re all of a sudden putting Ben at risk. That’s just ludicrous I know - but ask any parent (new or old) and they would probably agree. That first outing is scary. What if he fusses? Will he be warm enough? How will I know if he’s ok in the back seat when I can’t see his face?
All these things are challenges for us. I see them as preparation for the TOUGH ones - like “Hey Dad, can I borrow the car?” and “Hey Dad - can I go to that party on friday?” - or “Hey Dad, I’d like to meet…”
I’ve dreampt a thousand lives for the little man in the short week we’ve known each other. I’ve been proud of every one of them. I know that as long as he is happy - and can support his own needs - then he will be the man I want him to be, just as my Dad allowed me to find my way - only making sure that I understood right from wrong, and that I knew the value of supporting myself and being happy.
Garbage man or neurosurgeon - whatever. As long as he’s content.
You’re a good man, Scratchley. I’m sure Ben will continue to make you proud.
Wow, thanks for those kind words. I’m sure Ben will do just fine.