The toughest part about raising boys is teaching them how to be men. That means they need to grow up and not cry or whine over every slight. I’m fighting against society in this way, because all they consume is youtube streams filled with people screaming and crying and whining over every slight. Let me tell you, this is a battle I must win yet don’t seem to be doing a very good job of winning. Instead I find myself unmoored and, frankly, unclear on setting boundaries, establishing routine, and following through. Life is hard that way, but I believe it will make them better people in the long run.
Some Thoughts:
- In the distance my second born is watching Rise of Skywalker and lamenting the fact he wasn’t with me on the 4th and thus could not celebrate the faux-holiday that is Star Wars day.
- I am resting in bed, nursing a sore back that has been getting steadily worse over the past few days. My health is not what it should be. I’ve been thinking about that lately. The other day I saw a video of Mike Tyson working out and everyone who commented jumped to conclusions about a comeback. I myself thought about Tyson when he let himself go and was fat and sad. I feel like fat sad Mike. I get wanting to break free of the funk. Now, do I have the will to get to a better and healthier place?