Hi- Skool

Yesterday my oldest son text me. I was pleasantly surprised,because I had just spoken to him earlier in the day. I wondered out loud about what this could be.

Well, I opened his text and read it, I  then laughed until I hurt. The text read, "Dad, does 64 ounces make a gallon?". Therer it was, the thought that my son had graduated from high school and for some unknown reason didn't know this.

I thought well maybe he missed that day or week. Maybe he just didn't understand the concept. What I came toi the realization was that it was NEVER taught to him or anyone else at his school.

The powers that be make us take Algebra 1,2 , Geometry, Trig, Calculus and the such. Only the challenged kids get "life" math. I think that everyone should get a lesson in Life math. Teach them how to balance a checkbook! Teach the stuff that we all really need to know to be successful in everyday life. Because after school is out, we forget all the "new" math.

P.S. I did text him back and tell him it was 128 oz. to the gallon.

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Here's Losing to You... Kid

I found out this past week that my son is going back to live with his mother. This is not a really bad thing, however it hits me hard because I feel like i'm losing my child all over again.

You see, when his mother and I split 4 years ago, it wasn't a good split or pretty. But, what I learned in the next few months was that I lost. What I lost was the everyday connection to the youngest children. They were 12 and 13 at the time. The loss was the day to day time spent with them, not just talking with them but just the presence of them, on the computer, watching TV, checking their homework. Those are the things that were lost, time

Time was lost. Instead of seeing them everyday, it went to every other weekend. In the case of my youngest daughter... every other year. Per her request, stay out of my life, I have seen her a grand total of about 10 days in this time. This is a very painful point in my life. It cuts deep everyday, deeper than I ever cut myself. The time I have lost with my daughter we will never get back. More losses.

With my son, he was always more willing to come. But, now, he doesn't like living in the town we live in. So when he does move, he may be reluctant to come also. I believe he said he would come whenever I wanted him to. The thing is, it's when he wants to come. I want him to visit because HE wants it, not me.

But, it's like losing him all over again. The pain of that time of my life is back. The fear that we will never get that time back, no, the knowing that it is lost forever , is what is the hardest to take. I'm not trying to keep him around, he needs to find his destiny, his place in this big world.

He will go to his Mother's, I will miss those days and nights of watching TV, fighting over the laptop, getting him to do his chores, his homework. The things that create the ties that bind.

And Me?  I lose ... Again.