|Foodie on one of his rockclimbing-backpacking trips|
My son, Foodie called me to tell me about his new raise. He works as a Dietitian in a Care facility. He works hard. He is 36, unmarried and a pretty happy guy, all in all. He is addicted to outdoor recreation. Rock climbing, backpacking, bike-camping, hiking. If he were born in the 1850's, he would be a miner. He is pretty much his own man. He works, comes home - enjoys life and then lives for the next adventure.
So he calls me, and he starts in, with the deep conversation about life. I figure he's got a brew in hand and he's getting sentimental. I think he might be starting to think about how to fit a woman, into his life. Before, he said, he was a lifetime bachelor. He didn't want to be tied down to one woman- he wants to do what he wants, and not have to answer to another person. Plus he always said, he couldn't afford to have a relationship. But now, that his best friend and younger brother, Navy is in a serious relationship, it's got him thinking.
I don't know what it is with my guys, but they always talk deep with me. They tell me things, I really don't need to know. When they tell me their hurts, it bothers me because I hurt with them. I don't let them know, I still worry about them. He also started in on me, about Michael. He would have been 40, this August and yes, it still bothers me. He asked when I was going to scatter his ashes. It will be 14 years, this May. I told him, I will wait and do it for sure, next year at year 15. Then I told him, I don't want to talk about it. (makes me teary) I know everyone, thinks I am stalling. It does seem that way. No one understands.
He assumes I am dying for grandchildren. I was a few years ago, and finally just, let it go and whatever happens, will happen. I won't die if I never have them. I spent 30 years in the childcare/early childcare education profession - I wanted them back when I was younger. Now, I am fine, either way. I do have several great and great great nieces and nephews from my brother's family that are like grandchildren and my sister's 3 yr old grandson.
|Navy and waterfall|
I guess I am blessed that my 2 guys still like to talk to me. Foodie more than Navy. My friend says her son, doesn't tell her anything and Mine tell me too much. Go figure.
PS. It's a good thing, they don't read my blog.