The Poop Deck

I know it’s time. Perhaps even overdue in some eyes. I have been thru this twice before. And now it is time for the third. My emotions and feelings about this one is the same as I felt for the other two’s first time to move out. It really is. My youngest is moving out and on with his life.
I am very proud of each of these people I have the priviledge to call my children. They are each unique and independent in their special way and that is what I love about each of them. And I love them each for the special individual they are and am proud of them for being who they are..

But this post is about my youngest. My son. My son Phillip. aka: Phil, Tispyro, Tiger.
Phil is setting out for his first “shake down” cruise, as it were. I am very excited for him! And very proud of how he is handling and dealing with the responsibilities to make it happen.

Maybe it is because I was the youngest of three too that I have a special place in me for him.
There is a lot of things about him I can relate to because of this.
Every time he took something apart and made something else out of it…or just couldn’t put it back together like it was, or his curiosity and his drive to learn about making things… and I am not surprised that he has such an incredible knowledge about programming and putting together the computer of his dream and to use a term of my youth, “souping it up” to an astounding level.
Phil has an insight and understanding beyond what many give him credit for. We must not do that! That does not mean he shouldn’t be questioned or challenged. But it does mean he should be heard out.
I love my son, my Phillip, my little Tiger. You are special in my heart.
Forgive me Phil for when you feel I have let you down. Let’s look forward to great days months and years ahead. I want the best for you just as I do for Melody and JT.
Best wishes to you for your future from my heart. Let er rip son!

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