We don’t get many visitors while on the road. But there are times the kids can drop by. I guess you can call 50+ year old sons kids, can’t you?
So Mark is coming over from the Melbourne area. I don’t know if he has located a house yet or not. I hope he has. He told his mom he was doing some work at Kenny’s house. Kenny is his friend from his teen years in Key West. They have kept in contact.
So when do they grow up in mom and Dad’s Mind? I was probably in my late 30’s when dad passed, and I do not think I ever grew up in his mind.
Funny how animals and other wild life are. The new birds are sent off to fend for themselves once they learn to fly. The mama cow knows when to wean the calf and basically say you are on your on. I need to ask Pauline about that.
The Turtle lays her eggs covers them with sand and probably says a prayer over them and walks off, I wonder if she looks back? The eggs hatch and the new born must start searching for food on day one. Wonder how they know what is eatable? (do they ever wonder about their mama, they live to be a hundred yrs old, they have time, that is for sure) Now puppies and kittens, I think they would stay with mama forever if they were not given away or sold.
(The boys JJ on left Mark on right, inside the Hunter Museum in Bandera, Texas)
Well that is what was on my mind.
Do you (did you), allow your kids to grow up?
Do you still stick your nose in their business?
Do you still try to fix all the problems?
(Mama & her boys)
Funny, I seldom worry about me, but I sure can burn some brain cells worrying about everyone else in the family. Don’t yell at me MA, yeah, I know worrying does no good. And I am getting better at it (I think) (Sometimes I wish my forgetter was good in worry areas!)
PS: (Northern fun)
the Shelby Mustang…