But I Digress: Thursday Thoughts
Guess I am feeling a little wrung out after that long post yesterday. (Just like the music, BTW)
So I hope you are willing to indulge a little schizophrenic ADD today. Politely said, I am about to become immersed in the Stream of Conscoiusness. Care to take a dip?
I was thinking about how my boys have gotten more self sufficient now that they are in their late teens. Yesterday I didn’t even see nor communicate with them, due to our mixed up schedules. I went to bed missing them. It has become so easy to let them go on autopilot, but I know they need their dad now more than ever. They are making life forming decisions about careers, family, values, faith etc… When we do talk, often they just listen. No feedback. This is so frustrating because I don’t know if they are getting it or what. Guess I just have to trust. Then something great happens like it did last weekend: the pastor’s wife says, “I just have to tell you what your son said to me . . .” And it ends up that he said, nearly word for word, exactly what it was I talking with him about the other day. Encouragement to press on!
Come to think of it, both those boys have cell phones with text capability. I am going to send them a text right now to remind them that their dad loves them. I am sure the engineer will appreciate getting a text from his dad during his Highway Engineering class! I a just going to tell them how great I think they are and that I am very proud of them, aside of any accomplishments they may have made.
And there is a friend or two that I have not kept up with, either. I entend to fire off a brief text to remind them that I appreciate their friendship and that I was just thinking about them. No business. Just “hello, friend”.
Shaving. ugh. Looked forward to it as young teenager, but hate it now. What a time-waste. Besides, most of my beard is grey. The wife says salt and pepper, but she is very gracious. But now that I use the electric shaver, I can multitask while driving. TIP FOR YOU NON-ELECTRIC SHAVERS: Ask for one for Fathers Day. Keep it in your glove box. Use it at the end of the day, just before you arrive home. I think you will find that your opportunities for skin-to-skin contact will increase pleasantly. Good chance a smooth face will increase her southern exposure for you. Just saying.
I am fortyfive (looks younger when spelled out, I think) and still think about sex a lot. Surprised myself on this one. Thought I might mature in this area but haven’t. Expect to see flat abs in the mirror ’cause I feel 21 still. Gotta confess the sex is much better and much more frequent than in the early years of marriage. Aging is not so bad.
Many atheists are just as faithful as many Christians. Of course, most in both camps have no idea of what they believe, they just do.
Read an email this morning from our friend who is near the end of her fight with cancer. Weighs under 90 pounds by now. She is my wife’s age. 3 kids. Lousy husband. Daughter doesn’t want mom to come to her graduation ceremony if she has to use her wheelchair. She is dying dammit and the daughter is embarrassed ’cause mom is not picture perfect. Want to slowly choke the father that nurtures this kind of thinking. Why was this ahole allowed to father children?
A few man bloggers have lately been writing about the impact their parents had on their lives. I feel left out. Can’t pinpoint any particular values they taught me. Sad. A huge factor in my decision to marry my wife was her parents. Funny, I wanted to involve myself in their circle of influence as much as I wanted their daughter. They are role models for me. Wonder if my kids’ fiancees will want our input into their marriages?
See, now I am thinking about sex again. No external stimulus necessary. Just happens. ‘Bout 6 months ago I bought a fun toy called “Sex Deck”. Wife makes me keep it locked up in case the kids might find it. I think it would be okay if they knew people can still be experimental even at out advanced age. 52 cards of different positions. “Wheelbarrow” =never gonna happen. “Reverse Cowgirl” = really hot and I think I will ask for this again this weekend.
Listening to some of the ladies chit chatting in the office the other day: They hate it when their men pretend to listen. You know how we do that to them ’cause the game is on or whatever and we just want her to go away until the commercial? Wife used to use my nose as a handle to turn my mug to face her when I “MmmHmmm”ed her. Hated it, but she got her point across. I preferred the game to her. Women hate being lied to about being ignored more than just being ignored. Lesson: just own up to it when ignoring her.
I really don’t like the fact that my daughter is growing up. Entering puberty. Blossoming. Hate that boys are starting to notice her. Hate that her figure will cause boys to lust for her. Puts my lust in perspective. This is more difficult than I thought it would be.
Thanks for swimming with me today.
Blessings
Tags: mental meanderings
Stumble It!
June 5th, 2008 at 6:06 pm
My two sons are teens now, almost 16 and 19. The 19 year old is home from college now. It’s nice to have him home. The younger one has these two friends with a very active labido. I trap them and then talk to the three of them about keeping their tongues in their mouths when with their girlfriends. One of the friends replied, “But it wants to come out and play!” Watch your daughter. Boys are ….well you know. I have had the conversation with the three amigos about how their behavior with a girl can come back and haunt her later in life. How they need to look at it as doing things with some other guy’s wife. They are responsible for putting on the brakes. It’s kind of wild, they will actually tell me things I am surprised they will share.
With my boys older now, conversations are better than ever. You can have core value type of conversations where they share parts that you didn’t know were there. It is sweet! This had been my favorite age with them.
June 6th, 2008 at 5:37 am
@Laurie-
Are you sure you’re not my wife posting under a pseudonym? She just loves to “trap” the boys and have talks, too. And their friends sometimes get caught in that trap, also. I think they are actually somewhat relieved to have these type of discussions, despite being slightly uncomfortable.
We also remind them that they are dating someone else’s wife and to treat her with the respect that you want your future wife to be treated.
This age is kinda fun- you get to see the fruits of all your labor. But we are now starting to think about what it will mean to us parents as they begin leaving the home- sad sad sad.
Have a great weekend!