Son Forever

Son Forever

With me currently writing my book, my son wrote his story for me; he scribbled it on a sheet of notebook paper front side and halfway filling the back. Sons are a special treat for mothers. We "boy moms" can tell you "daughter only" moms from a mile away. Daughter only moms stick out like a sore thumb. Perfect hair, schedules to the very minute, white pants at the park complete with matching hair bows, and the ever annoying requests to have my sons "calm down" a bit. Boys live for the moment. There is no "deeper meaning" we women try to analyze. Until a woman has a son or sons, we never truly realize men are in fact easily pleased. Basically, you just keep them fed which is much more difficult than one might think. I remember attempting to find a food my son wouldn't eat; one word, impossible. Boys are loyal. As a woman, I never understood the required butt woopen' that would ensue a "momma" put down. As a boy's mom, I understand. There is no greater insult to a boy that loves his mom. So much weight has been placed in the media on "fathers and daughters." Mother/son relationships are just as important! Here is my son's life:

My life started, obviously, when I was born

(simple, like I said earlier)

I remember my great-grandpa Bob,

He died when I was only 2. I wanted to know him a lot better. My dad

says he was a really nice guy; I guess that's where my

dad gets it from. I guess he knew me better than I thought

because when I was four he appeared to me. We were at

my great-aunt's house. That night, I was showing

everyone my paper-airplanes. I heard a voice

from behind me say "Kaleb, squeeze the middle of your

plane and ball up the ends like a telephone. Now hand it to your aunt."

I handed the phone to her and she pretended to talk to it.

She asked me "who is it?" I told her "your dad."

She started to pretend talk to him, but I told her

"he really is on the phone. He gave you a 

present today." Everyone, started to realize

I was talking to grandpa Bob. Grandpa had given 

them all a present that day (he had pre-planned it before his physical death)

 and I hadn't known

about it. He stayed that night walking around

he stood by my great-grandma a lot, but

she couldn't see him. He smiled the whole time as he 

walked around. He stood behind me a lot. He was very bright

like the sunshine. He visited me more through

my young years. I always wanted to know him

and I guess he knew that so he visited

me a lot. My great-grandma needs him more

than me now, so he stands by her bed at her house. He

always gives me a smile or wave when I go

visit her, but he stays with her now; he is waiting for her.

Did you see that coming? I didn't think so. Like I said, raising sons can be amazing. With the life I have lived, I refuse to tell my children things aren't possible. Yes, accepting my son is a medium was strange to say the least. The special thing about that day, there were so many others, was his grandpa had promised one of his daughters a phone call after he passed. He called, loyal beyond the grave, as promised. I am inspired by what our children can do if we never tell them "no" or "that is wrong or evil." My oldest son has always had a strong sense of self. He is passionate, caring, and has a strong moral compass all developed within his own soul. Who am I to tell him "that isn't possible" or "can you calm down?" How could I when not only is he my son, but other's son, and loved so much some return beyond the grave to watch over and guide him.