Letters for my Children to read

This blog is for my children to read in order to understand how I feel, even if I don't have a chance to share it with them because of the divorce and the fact that we do not live in the same house. When they are older I plan on sharing the fact that this blog is for them. I do not plan on using any details that would identify them.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Smelling like beer


You called me to give you a ride to your mom's house to pick up your car. I had already made plans to work at home and watch the World Cup soccer where the Americans were playing Ghana and needed a win to move on to the second round.

You said you couldn't ride your bike, but did not elaborate.

I said I was probably not going to give you a ride...but would call back in a half hour.

Was this a chance to me to teach you a lesson?

If I let you fend for yourself, what lesson would you learn???

Would it be that you could not count on me in a pinch? Or the lesson to be self-reliant...

In the end, I decided to skip my plans and give you a ride.

I was able to talk to you about once you are old enough to have your own apartment, there is a distinct possibilty that you could party every night for the rest of your lease...but there is a price to pay...

and when I said "people who drink alot, start to smell like beer..."

you commented " I don't smell like beer do I?

and I deftly replied " No I am talking about the other people who drink too much...not you....

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