Today is my youngest son's birthday. His birth was much less traumatic than his older brother's. He was the best baby. I would put him in his crib and he would just coo and talk to himself until he got sleepy. He hardly ever cried. He did pull down the curtains in his room and I had to remove most of the bedding from his crib. He is our destroyer. He is also the family ham. You know, the child that puts underwear on his head until he gets a reaction. Of course if you asked him that now, he would deny it. He doesn't like to be called out on his silly behavior. But do any of us really? I think we have managed to give him enough healthy attention that he won't be permanently warped. This is the boy who usually will give me hugs. I will miss that. The little boy is going away. I am thankful for him and I pray that I will have the wisdom to help him mature.
As a kid I watched my parents fight about different things. I don't really have any other parents to compare them to so I can't really say whether they were normal fights couples have or not. I couldn't even say what most of them were about except the ones that were about me. We only ate as a family on holidays. My father came home late so we kids ate without him. I do remember spending time with him in the evening before I went to bed so it couldn't have been that late. My own husband gets home a little later because of his job commute so we eat late every night. But home schooling has given us the ability to be more flexible than my Mom was able to be. We had school early the next day. As I got older, I remember my Father being home less and less and the fights seemed to intensify. I remember one night when I was thirteen. I could hear them yelling through the wall. My mom found me crying and I told her I didn't want them to get a divorce. She told me...
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