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  • I thoroughly enjoy spending time with my oldest son. Surprisingly, our roles have been reversed in that now he worries about me living alone, asks me the kinds of questions that I used to ask him about safety and health, and makes sure to meet up with me regularly for a meal and a talk. Sometimes I wonder where he came from...

    I remember all the missteps I made during his formative years, wonder how my controlling tendencies kept him from reaching out beyond his narrow horizon, how my depression and anger dented his armor, limited his ability to take hold of life. But then it seems he has grown up into an honest and good man.

    Maybe it's the hardships and foibles that form us into good people. Who knows for sure? I just know that when i see the pictures and read the stories of the parents with small children in this community, I want to hug them and reassure them that it all works out in the end if you give them the roots they need and the wings they deserve.
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