i try not to project my frailty onto my children. i want the things i pass on to them, the lessons they learn from me to be God given, scripture based, Spirit breathed. Too often i can see where others have given me "wisdom" or advice that was based more on mistakes they had made and personal prejudices they had developed from living here in the broken bracken of Adam's curse than from deep searches of the scripture and time spent with the Giver of Wisdom.
Yeah right. i'm still a part of the brokenness. F'rinstance, i didn't know that brokenness had two "n's." Still looks wrong to me.
i'm still broked. i have extremely limited control over what my boys learn from me. And that got me wondering... y'see, Happ's confession sounded a lot like me when i was his age. i didn't know what i liked doing. i didn't do much. i envied people who had their lives planned and a hobby/interest/passion to pursue. As a result i survived high school. Married a wonderful girl, had Happ and started making decisions based on semi-panicked expediency. It hasn't been a bad life, despite what my whines and rants may convey but it hasn't exactly been, and this pertains mostly to career choices (i have to add that or my lovely wife starts getting upset, love you shnookums!), it hasn't been something i ached to jump out of bed in the morning to get started each day. No, no it hasn't. It's been more of the fall into bed with a sigh of thank-God-its-over-relief beaten together with (expletive)-it-begins-again-in-less-than-six-hours-dread. This i would spare my sons if i could.
But now i wonder if i can? Did i unwittingly raise my boy to be just like me or was he doomed to that particular ponderment anyhoo? Is drifting aimlessly through life a genetic condition? Geez i hope so, cause otherwise i'm going to feel really guilty.
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