Next week, Warren will be three.
Last week, Michael turned four.
As for Warren, we are having his party today, since we have money for it now. (Barely.)
Do you remember the year he was born? Do you remember waiting and worrying with Tammy throughout the pregnancy, the car trouble, (walking five miles to work in winter weather while seven, eight, and nine months pregnant!), David being in and out of court and jail. How many times did we help him only because it helped her? (Knowing that in the long run it wasn't really helping her, but for the short term she needed that.)
Well, the more things change the more they stay the same.
For a while, after having a son, David behaved himself in a better fashion. But his evil twin, or his self centered egotism (Is there any other kind?), or his allergy to thinking things ALL THE WAY through caught up with him, and here we are, three years later, living a slightly more intense version of the same way.
Poor kids.
Poor Tammy, although in her case it's a mess of her own making, so to speak.
Poor me, trying to keep my two cents out of it all.
Surely do wish you could be here for her; for them. Don't know if she'd listen to you any better than she did in the old days, but she'd have another refuge; another person to have her back and help her help herself.
A sounding board.
A mirror.
A daddy. (who knows how to BE a daddy.)
Some unconditional love.
(For herself, if not for her position, condition, contretemps)
You were so good at that.
Last week, Michael turned four.
As for Warren, we are having his party today, since we have money for it now. (Barely.)
Do you remember the year he was born? Do you remember waiting and worrying with Tammy throughout the pregnancy, the car trouble, (walking five miles to work in winter weather while seven, eight, and nine months pregnant!), David being in and out of court and jail. How many times did we help him only because it helped her? (Knowing that in the long run it wasn't really helping her, but for the short term she needed that.)Well, the more things change the more they stay the same.
For a while, after having a son, David behaved himself in a better fashion. But his evil twin, or his self centered egotism (Is there any other kind?), or his allergy to thinking things ALL THE WAY through caught up with him, and here we are, three years later, living a slightly more intense version of the same way.
Poor kids.
Poor Tammy, although in her case it's a mess of her own making, so to speak.
Poor me, trying to keep my two cents out of it all.
Surely do wish you could be here for her; for them. Don't know if she'd listen to you any better than she did in the old days, but she'd have another refuge; another person to have her back and help her help herself.
A sounding board.
A mirror.
A daddy. (who knows how to BE a daddy.)
Some unconditional love.
(For herself, if not for her position, condition, contretemps)
You were so good at that.
