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Every kid wants to have the toughest, coolest, best parents, right? It starts in their youngest years and it never goes away. It's internalized as they become adults, but it is still there. If we shake up their view of what we should be, or what they perceive us to be. It can put a wedge between us, and our adult child, that is very hard to remove. When your child, boy or girl, is an adult your words can cut deeper than you expect. Our actions, and in-actions, are all scrutinized by our adult children. They expect certain things from us that may not always be a reality. We are held to a different, higher, standard by our adult children. If we don't meet that standard, or if we show signs of weakness, or uncertainty, it can be confusing for them. Sometimes this confusion can lead to feelings of betrayal, and anger.
Your adult child's significant others (boyfriend, girlfriend, sister, step siblings, etc) can play on these feelings your child is experiencing, making things worse. Sometimes adult children would rather walk out of our lives forever, rather than confront the problem. They don't have to deal with anything they don't want to anymore. Or they've been convinced their feelings are correct and should be stood up for. What do you do if there's a rift between your adult son and yourself? Rifts don't resolve themselves as easily as they did when they were a child. They don't have to come home, to your home, anymore. A place where the rift was talked over, or let go of. Your son may have his own place now, he may live far away, he may not often call. He doesn't have to call you. He doesn't have to stop by to see you. He doesn't have to have anything to do with you anymore, he's an adult. These facts can make it difficult to get past a problem between you and him. Irregardless of your feelings, or what you want, you are at their mercy.
Remain steadfast and true, it's all you can do. This poem is written for those sons that are having a difficult time forgiving and/or forgetting. A bond between two, me and you. I saw it the day I bore you. You are my son. They are gone forever, at who's cost? Will I ever be able to fulfill the quest that you pursue? I've worked very hard to find forgiveness for you. Look inside your heart and dare to find, true forgiveness for me too. Make it a forgiveness deep and true, a forgiveness for me, a forgiveness for you! Submit a CommentYou Must Sign In To CommentTo comment on this article, you must sign in or sign up and post using a HubPages Network account. I have a difficult time reading it myself without choking up, and I'm the one that wrote it! Thank you for stopping by! This is beautiful and really tugs at my heart ❤️. I never saw myself writing poetry, but when the subject matter goes to the core of who you are, it came easily. It feels good putting it on paper, and "out there". Try writing how you feel, whether you burn it, or publish it, getting it out of yourself will help. I can only imagine. I hope he reads your words and takes them to heart. Thank you. It came from the heart.
Located 125 air miles from Fort McMurray, Alberta, the aptly named McNalley Lake is home to Harveys main guest camp. Nestled at the bottom of a gently sloping, jack pine-studded hillside, the cabins overlook the crystal-clear waters and sandy shorelines of the secluded lake. Three spike camps are also available by request for the more adventurous bear hunter. My particular excursion began with a long drive from my then home state of Wisconsin. After nearly 30 hours of driving, I arrived in the picturesque city of Fort McMurray, Alberta during an early morning drizzle. I checked into a hotel and met with the company liaison later that afternoon. After being introduced to the rest of the crew and making a run to the grocery store for a few cant-do-without supplies, we settled in to our rooms for the night. The next day we hopped a flight from Fort McMurray to Fort Chipewyan, Alberta. From Fort Chipewyan, we were flown into camp via a short float plane jaunt. I flew into camp on the first flight with Pennsylvania natives Tom McAndrews, Allen Strickler and Mike Siddons.