Mommy, Father, Son

“My dad left when I was in fourth grade, but I don’t even remember the time when he was there, really. We never spent time together. He was a raging alcoholic. I partially grew up with my grandpa. We did everything together. He took me hunting, fishing, and other stuff. I knew him as a father figure. He taught me a lot of stuff. He taught me everything a dad should teach his son. I have definitely let him down and it hurts me when I do. I don’t want to let him down.”

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Life With Boys

I once saw a meme that said “The definition of a boy: noise with dirt on it”. I grew up with three sisters and zero brothers. I never really dated. The only example of male life in my youth was my father, who was not always there. I knew nothing about boys until I turned 30. Then, I was blessed with a magical, beautiful son who I named Lucien. My educated began at that point. When he was an infant, his baby behavior was not much different than my girl babies. But as he got older, I started to notice differences. As soon as he could move independently he was into EVERYTHING. And then I realized that definition of boys from that meme was absolutely true.

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