It sucks when we think of all the different ways those who love us may view us.
I had a run-in with one of my sister's kids about a year or two before my amputation.
He had moved my trunk (the red white and blue one as seen in "That 70's show" of sketchpads from the basement to a shed about a hundred feet away. The problems began when I questioned why he moved it without asking. This is one of those golden rule situations. I would never move something of theirs without asking.
He got irate with me...using excuses like "you never moved it the whole time it was there." It's true, there were a lot of things in that part of the basement that had not been moved.
He told me he would move it back (it is quite heavy) if I paid him $20.00 to do it. I asked him why I would do such a thing..he moved it for free from the basement to the shed because then he could turn that part of the basement into a man cave. So no incentive at all to move it back, save that it would help his middle aged, overweight, uncle. Soon after he yelled at me, due to a combination of being backed into a logical corner and doiing too much weed growing up (another thing I had objected to).
You, like me, can list all the things you have done for your kid. I, too, have a list of things that I did in the course of caring for my sister's son. At the same time I think that similar to "Love keeps no record of wrongs" neither should it "keep records of rights." At the same time, my "own" in all this is that I rarely if ever asked him to help me. My first rule is... try not to be a bother, and no one will bother with you."
I don't know what my sister's kids think of me now, anymore than I know what my brother's kids think of me. Maybe "poor one-legged fat, weird uncle Jim?" They may have pity for me. They may think not of me at all. I hope that they do not have any guilt over not visiting me, because I didn't like that manipulation growing up. At the same time, I had wished they would want to visit me.
I probably missed something big on a past article - my apologies Kitsune - but what is with your pronoun usage with the kid? I thought there was more than one, but apparently not.
I had my only son at fifty and can relate to many of your heart wrenching posts.
For the sake of anonymity, I am being intentionally murky on the number and gender of my kids. However, there is just the one troubled youth, The Kid, and it is they who I am always writing about. They are the oldest.
It will take some adjustment. It will be interesting to hear your perspective on re-acclimating yourself because there are bound to be things you find baffling that we take for granted.
It sucks when we think of all the different ways those who love us may view us.
I had a run-in with one of my sister's kids about a year or two before my amputation.
He had moved my trunk (the red white and blue one as seen in "That 70's show" of sketchpads from the basement to a shed about a hundred feet away. The problems began when I questioned why he moved it without asking. This is one of those golden rule situations. I would never move something of theirs without asking.
He got irate with me...using excuses like "you never moved it the whole time it was there." It's true, there were a lot of things in that part of the basement that had not been moved.
He told me he would move it back (it is quite heavy) if I paid him $20.00 to do it. I asked him why I would do such a thing..he moved it for free from the basement to the shed because then he could turn that part of the basement into a man cave. So no incentive at all to move it back, save that it would help his middle aged, overweight, uncle. Soon after he yelled at me, due to a combination of being backed into a logical corner and doiing too much weed growing up (another thing I had objected to).
You, like me, can list all the things you have done for your kid. I, too, have a list of things that I did in the course of caring for my sister's son. At the same time I think that similar to "Love keeps no record of wrongs" neither should it "keep records of rights." At the same time, my "own" in all this is that I rarely if ever asked him to help me. My first rule is... try not to be a bother, and no one will bother with you."
I don't know what my sister's kids think of me now, anymore than I know what my brother's kids think of me. Maybe "poor one-legged fat, weird uncle Jim?" They may have pity for me. They may think not of me at all. I hope that they do not have any guilt over not visiting me, because I didn't like that manipulation growing up. At the same time, I had wished they would want to visit me.
I probably missed something big on a past article - my apologies Kitsune - but what is with your pronoun usage with the kid? I thought there was more than one, but apparently not.
I had my only son at fifty and can relate to many of your heart wrenching posts.
Keep your chin up.
For the sake of anonymity, I am being intentionally murky on the number and gender of my kids. However, there is just the one troubled youth, The Kid, and it is they who I am always writing about. They are the oldest.
THe US now is not much different than Japan in that we celebrate birthdays around the week of the birthday. Sometimes there can be birthday months.
Returning to the US and adjusting to things as they are now there while my last memories of the place are 2 decades old is going to be challenging.
It will take some adjustment. It will be interesting to hear your perspective on re-acclimating yourself because there are bound to be things you find baffling that we take for granted.
Why do you call your Son a kid? Doesn't he have a name?
I have at least one child, gender not reported.