The Panty Drop
Sometimes I give my stepson a bad rap. I complain about his antics, rant about his attitude and might be giving the impression that I don’t treat him as I should.
Oh contrare monfrare.
He is a great kid and I love him dearly.
But….he is a boy and is a teenager to boot.
I used to be a boy and a teenager.
Wait…that didn’t come out like I planned.
So…pretty much anything he is doing….I have done and usually with much worse consequences than he has received.
Therefore, I do not want him to make the same mistakes that I have…if that’s possible.
Every once in a while, he has an experience that I was not blessed with having.
Today was that once in a while.
He always asks how my day was after I get home from work.
I usually say-
“Be glad you don’t do what I do….”
(He works in a grocery store, I work in construction.)
And then I will tell him why my job occasionally sucks.
Today, I received a text from him that said,
I’m proud of you son.
Days as bad as this are hard to come by…..but well worth telling me about.