When your adult kids make your heart soar

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:That’s a wonderful story. I have a young adult son who still lives at home. He’s my oldest and due to disabilities he struggled in school. He became a mechanic. He calls me almost every day to see if I want him to pick up younger kids so I can go to the gym. He takes care of all regular car maintenance. He pitches in around the house without ever being asked. My heart is full. He is so thoughtful and helpful every day and having him as my son makes my life better.

This really makes my heart happy to read. You are very lucky to have a such a thoughtful son!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:That’s a wonderful story. I have a young adult son who still lives at home. He’s my oldest and due to disabilities he struggled in school. He became a mechanic. He calls me almost every day to see if I want him to pick up younger kids so I can go to the gym. He takes care of all regular car maintenance. He pitches in around the house without ever being asked. My heart is full. He is so thoughtful and helpful every day and having him as my son makes my life better.

OP here -- Your son sounds like a mensch and a blessing to you (and to his customers -- I bet he's a very thorough and fair-minded mechanic).

[Anonymous]

You are clearly loved OP!

[Anonymous]

So sweet.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:The bar for sons is so low

Agree.

I like the flowers in valentines sent over though. Especially if a nice meaningful, empathetic card- first Valentine’s Day without dad. It’s much more thoughtful and mindful than paying the bill at a dinner that just happened. That can be all about ego and debt.

[Anonymous]

Love this! What a wonderful son!

[Anonymous]

They are purpose driven not money driven. I must've done something right.

[Anonymous]

My two sons in their 30s, with young children of their own, have been grappling with a very stressful situation. Their dad, my ex-husband, who lived alone across the country, had struggled with declining vision and had recently lost his sight entirely, along with his will to live. It took months of persuasion as his eyesight was rapidly dimming, but a month ago he finally agreed to move in with one of our sons and his family on a trial basis. Our other son flew out to bring him East. Ahead of the move, the hosting son and his family worked hard to set up a safe living space in their home with amenities giving him some measure of independence.

The move just happened a few days ago, and so far it is going great.

I am so proud of my sons (and their wives) for working through their own grief and frustration and then developing and implementing a workable solution... and getting their dad on board with it. They didn't think he could ever be persuaded. He was fiercely independent and had had zero interest in living without sight and accepting help from others. But for the past month of planning for the transition, he has been actively involved in preparing for living rather than preparing to die. I am so grateful my sons did not give up on their dad and did not let him give up on life.

When I think of some of the peak moments in life: giving birth to my children... their wedding celebrations... somehow this recent experience tops everything. This is where love of family explodes with new meaning.

[Anonymous]

You should be so proud.

If therm and of yourself. Even though you and your husband did not work out, you retained your concern for him as a human. Speaks well of you.

(He should seek training from the Lighthouse. It will help him regain his independence despite his loss of vision)