I Love My Son
The world is a mess. My son is with us since this pandemic hit the sports world and he is working from home, our home. My new husband is wonderful as he welcomed my grown son with open arms. It's been months and from time to time, uncomfortable with three adults, all with different habits, varying beliefs under the same roof.
A bit of a back story is necessary. My brilliant father in law is in assisted living five hours from our home. His sight, hearing and now brain all making this quarantine harder as he has difficulties with the phone and technology. Brother in law and wife are within ten minutes from Pop which is comforting, but my husband knows it's just a matter of time and time is running out. He has lost his Mom, his son as well as the love of his life, his first wife. He has had so much grief and yet remains a positive, loving, kind man.
Add the racial strife we are now experiencing and our beautiful, peaceful existence is wearing our old selves down. Stinky Coach,(my son), requested last night that we listen to a letter he will send his players. This is his first year at this school and he doesn't share personal information with the players. It's not a good thing normally but we are not facing a normal time in our history. We sat and listened to what he had composed. My eyes filled and leaked onto my cheeks as he read about his upbringing, explaining the neighborhood, his parental exposure and involvement in our community. Humble beginnings and hard work led us to a different life. He also was sure to add that he was proud of his players and how they are handling all the torment and change. Final semester grades in and they did well. All eligible for another season of ball.
Husband is heading to see Pop this afternoon. He tells me this morning as I'm leaving for work and giving him last minute instructions that wives give men they love, that Stinky Coach and he had a nice talk yesterday. Seems that Stinky Coach is going to help Husband through his grief. He's being a friend and trying to give back what he can. My two men are bound...
A bit of a back story is necessary. My brilliant father in law is in assisted living five hours from our home. His sight, hearing and now brain all making this quarantine harder as he has difficulties with the phone and technology. Brother in law and wife are within ten minutes from Pop which is comforting, but my husband knows it's just a matter of time and time is running out. He has lost his Mom, his son as well as the love of his life, his first wife. He has had so much grief and yet remains a positive, loving, kind man.
Add the racial strife we are now experiencing and our beautiful, peaceful existence is wearing our old selves down. Stinky Coach,(my son), requested last night that we listen to a letter he will send his players. This is his first year at this school and he doesn't share personal information with the players. It's not a good thing normally but we are not facing a normal time in our history. We sat and listened to what he had composed. My eyes filled and leaked onto my cheeks as he read about his upbringing, explaining the neighborhood, his parental exposure and involvement in our community. Humble beginnings and hard work led us to a different life. He also was sure to add that he was proud of his players and how they are handling all the torment and change. Final semester grades in and they did well. All eligible for another season of ball.
Husband is heading to see Pop this afternoon. He tells me this morning as I'm leaving for work and giving him last minute instructions that wives give men they love, that Stinky Coach and he had a nice talk yesterday. Seems that Stinky Coach is going to help Husband through his grief. He's being a friend and trying to give back what he can. My two men are bound...
