El Martes 27 de agosto de 2013 14:46, giro escribió:
your thoughts if you like
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Enviado: Martes 27 de agosto de 2013 13:24
This period of transition, adulthood, college offers us both, all, a lot to process under the hood.
You’ve changed, grown. You’re on your way, on your own. Gotta be honest, though. I feel like I don’t know who you are. I feel like I’ve lost a lot of you in the last 3 years. Perhaps you, me. I don’t know what, but at my age big changes aren’t part of the deal. So there’s this 3-year gulf. Perhaps understandably when I receive “i need money” texts, i miss having a bigger picture
I really don’t know what future to expect. You either. and if we do we’re certainly wrong.
I remember one visit when we went to Safeway. We walked in the door. You were young, probably not 6 even. I gave you a twenty, said:
I did that for all the right reasons. Firstly, I didn’t want you bugging me. Secondly, I’ve always wanted you to feel power — like you didn’t have to ask others for permission, stuff, skills, confidence, self-worth. Didn’t really work out but I did what I could.
You’re more than 10 years past the point when this father could influence who you were to become. I know those days and what they contained. I don’t know these days and what comes. Maybe you can help me with that.
Not sure where i’m going with this, but it’s where I am. Perhaps a line or two prove useful to you, you know, twenty years from now, and here’s the rest of that Safeway story:
We went through every stinking aisle. Cookies, Mac & Cheese, licorice, hot chocolate. I pushed the cart, you took a box of cookies off the shelf looked at me you said
Over by the rotisserie chicken stand we stopped. I went and got a second cart. You pulled each item out of the first, looked at it 3 different ways, did the math in your head.
“I really want this, but i want that more.”
Everything you decided against you put into Cart #2. Done. You seemed satisfied with your decisions, and came in at right about $19. You, me and Cart #1 checked out. Didn’t even bother putting the other stuff away. Cart #2 sitting there sad, lonely.
Like any parent, person, I’ve disappointed you. Hurt your feelings a couple of times. But I’ve never gone away, and I’ve never failed you. I don’t plan to. You’re on your way. I’ll do what I can.