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Like A Girl
Like A Girl Her came home from school today Tears falling from his eyes He sobbed as if his heart would break Because he was teased by the guys Teased? she asked� whatever for? He hung his head in shame They said I throw just like a girl And can�t play in tomorrow�s game She turned away, her heart in pain To see her little boy cry Knowing this will not be the last She turn back to him with a sigh Of course you throw just like a girl Since you had to learn from me I�ve done my best to teach you right But I guess your friends won�t see They don�t understand how hard it�s been To make it through each day And that you have only your old mom To help you on your way I hate you, Mom, the boy cried out You taught me the wrong way And now I can�t play in the big game I wish you�d go away His words cut her heart just like a knife This wasn�t how it should be But the boy could never understand She held back tears so he didn�t see This wasn�t how she thought it�d be On that long-ago day When she so happily announced A little boy was on his way She and his father laughed and cried And made their life-long plan Of things they�d do and what they�d see And how he�d grow from boy to man But the best laid plans of mice and men Don�t always see the light And men don�t always stay around To do what they know is right They sometimes leave their families To make on their own And never bother to think of what The boy will miss once he is grown He�ll miss the fishing trips they�d take And his dad up in the stands As he makes that basket or touchdown Or walks the path to being a man The boy will never know how hard it was To be a single mom Who didn�t even know which side A boy�s belt gets fastened on He�ll never know how much she gave Or how much sleep she lost Trying to be both Mom and Dad No matter what the cost She doesn�t count the time she�s spent Teaching him to throw Only to learn she�d taught him wrong And brought him to this low She pulled him tightly into her arms And hid her tears from sight Maybe we can ask someone To teach you to throw right The boy said nothing for a time Then sighed against her breast I�m sorry, Mom, for what I said I know you've tried your best But you don�t know how hard it�s been Being the only one Without a dad to teach me stuff And no one to call me �� When the guys hang out with their dads I am left alone I know that you are always here But I wish I had a dad of my own I wish you did, too, believe me, But it�s just not meant to be It�s just the two of us for now It�s only you and me Maybe someday someone will come And make our family three Who�ll be there for the both of us But until then it�s just you and me if I laugh at any mortal thing, ’Tis that I may not weep... Don Juan |
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So True.........Glad I had a Dad and an older Brother...and thats why i will always be there for My sons
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Alexa . . . My heart goes out to both that little boy AND his mom . . . facing the challenges of growing up . . . & even to the missing dad . . . he has no idea what he's missing by his absence . . . and the price he'll pay someday for not being around. - D
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Alexa, As usual, very insightful and heartfelt. Well equate to the sentiment expressed. Due to the position my step father held, he was never really there, although we were at the effect of his employment. As a result, Mum raised me as a "single" parent fulfilled both mother, father roles. You know what I think I turned out oks weird, wacky, zany sense and range of humour etc etc . For those that are truly single parents, I feel for them, for it is not easy at times to handle "your" role, let alone that of a missing partner. I watched my mum as she raised me. If the parent has had siblings, and grew up in a supportive environment of both parents - then they can make a pretty good go of creating a "balanced" space to raise an offspring. If not, it may be a little harder, however, I really feel that many would find that they are quite adept ... if they but stop listening to the "experts", and listen to their own "heart" instead. With my mum, I developed a rapport and ease that my step father came to envy. And that only surfaced as hostile jealousy after her death due to cancer. twas an interesting turn of events recently. He had needed someone to care for him as he dealt with bowel cancer. His family and friends ... yeah well, he'd successfully alienated them too. So, there was I, doing the do. He commented, that mum had done a great job. I was soft and gentle, and yet was like a raging grizzly bear when his well being and life was in jeopardy. In a way, it freaked him out ... as he saw so much of my mum in me ... also present was much of my grandfather (mum's dad). And yet, I am clearly my own man. I have taken much from my heritage and through careful nurturing melded it into the the being I am today. To any parent that through needs must fulfill both roles, I would say, keep going. The end product may just surprise you Oh Hail, Nevada's Choccy Queen !! Great to see you posting again!! I, for one, have missed them . Have a great day now and always !! Much love to you, and yours, Edward. I won't argue with my inferiors ~
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My mother also had the role of "single mother" for 25 years. Due to my father's military service, he was often gone when I was young. I once told my mother that my best memories of my dad when I was under age 10 were taking him to the airport as he left for an assignment, and picking him up when he returned a year later. She claims he wasn't gone THAT much, but when you're 6 or 7 years old, time is different than when you're 15 or 16. The real difference, though, between my mother and me is that my dad may not have been physically there, but he was still "there". She still had a partner... someone she could ask for advice, even if it had to be via postal service and addressed to a foxhole in Quang Tri, Vietnam. She was never truly "alone" in raising us. Although my father missed the football games and high school graduations, it wasn't by his choice and we all knew that. When he was home, he was THERE... he never missed a parent-teacher conference, a game, or anything else. It's the men who miss those things by choice who are truly the losers. At some point, their children will begin to realize where the father's priorities are -- and know that they are not on the list. It's a sad day when the full understanding hits the kids. That's the day they realize they may have fathers, but they don't have dads. One last thing before I step off my soapbox. Guys... if you know a single mother, especially one with sons... see if you can help. Even if it's just letting the boy hang out while you work on your car, it gives him a chance to have some "guy talk". No matter how hard we moms try... no matter how close we are with our boys... there are always things a guy just CAN'T talk about with his mother. (Sooner or later, it dawns on our sons that mommies are GIRLS. LOL ) I know from experience as a Cub Scout leader that a LOT of single mothers are desperately trying to find a decent male role model for their boys. Hey guys.. if you're looking for nice, single women... check out Scouting! LOL We have a LOT of single mothers... they figure if nothing else, some of the boys will have Dads who are active and will let their sons hang out with them. At best, they figure our sons will be exposed to "normal" men... ones who give a rodent's rump about THEIR sons... so our boys will see how it's SUPPOSED to be and (we hope) be able to be dads to their own children someday. Ok... stepping down off the soapbox and grabbing the chocolate I know Viggen has stashed for me. Thank you, Luv. . if I laugh at any mortal thing, ’Tis that I may not weep... Don Juan
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The Super Bowl is coming up Sunday, 2/1/09 and there's a very popular Steeler player who was raised by a single mom. The story is heart warming to say the least. I'll just say Hinds Ward is the product of an Afican American service man in Vietnam and a Vietnameze woman who was abandoned by her husband once they came to the US when Hinds was very little. Now look what he and his mom have become...the story should give you gr8 hope and strength. Maurice
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Alexa..... Thank you. I had to stop reading... I couldn't read through my tears....but I went back to it. I grew up without a dad. So I could relate... And 7 months ago... my mom and I ceased all communication between us. I had my fill of her being my "MOM"... and me being her little boy. I know.. a man will always be a mothers little boy.... to HER but we do grow.. and do not always see things as they do.... that was the case with us. I know in my heart now... she did not mean to be controlling.....she was just being a Mom.... thank you....
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