My youngest son is 18. Just that sentence makes me pause, and chuckle. It’s hard not to just stare at him sometimes - because it’s so unbelievable. Without a doubt the best thing that has ever happened to this world (as far as I am concerned) is my boys. I know that’s an arrogant comment, but it’s what a simple minded Neanderthal such as myself thinks about his children. In my world they are real life magic – there is no other explanation.
We have had this small tradition between us, the boys and I, when they turn 18. I started with my oldest son. Something that had a deeper meaning that we could share forever. So, we went and got matching tattoo’s. The stipulations were that they design the tattoo, and that it has meaning for both of us. Andrew designed a JLA Montague, Tanner an homage to the DC villains of our favorite characters, and Michael - a yin-yang symbolization of the Jedi and the Sith, the balance of the light and the dark. He says it’s because balance, but I think it’s because the boys have always liked to imagine themselves as the grey Jedi.
No matter, I think they are all perfect and brilliant. In fact, I’m pretty sure they would have ended up that way whether I was around or not. I’m just damn luck I got to be here for them. At least that’s my take on it. For what it’s worth.
Be Terminators out there today people.
Hard Times Make Hard People. Live Uncommon
- October 19, 2018
- Ben Seims