I got an email from my son yesterday.
Normally this isn’t news by any stretch. Getting an email from my son doesn’t belong on a blog. What’s the big deal about that?
Plenty. At least for me.
Because my son and I had a falling out many months ago and he stopped all communication with me. It had been building for several years. We argued and just couldn’t see eye to eye, and it seemed every normal conversation disintegrated quickly and left both of us shaking our heads.
My son’s a good guy, 32 years old, huge Habs fan, (I used to take him to games at the Forum and when the Canadiens came to Calgary and once in Edmonton), he loves to travel, and has gone back to school to learn the travel industry. I’m very proud of him in many ways.
But we clash and butt heads. Finally, I said things to him I never should have said and I’ve suffered for my stupidity. I just wanted him to become more of what I thought he should become. I’ve continued to email him and talk to him, always with no reply.
Until yesterday, when his email came.
He got some things out, and I feel the ice has cracked. I sure hope so. It’s never too late to repair a fractured relationship, and I want to start all over with him and show more patience and understanding. and I want him to do the same with me.
He told me I don’t know him anymore and maybe he’s right, but I’m sure ready to try to get to know my adult son the way I knew him as a child.
And to lighten things up a little, the following might be the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done while I was with my son.
It was years ago, he was about 14, and we took his bike to a shop to be fixed. We parked behind the bike shop and went in the back and there was a guy standing at the counter who I went up to. “Yes,” I said, “I’d like to find out about getting this bike fixed.”
The guy didn’t seemed like he was interested in helping me at all, so I repeated it to him. He just shrugged, looked disinterested, and told me maybe the guy over there could help me. I got really upset and with my son turning red, I said in a loud voice, “What kind of place are you running here? This is bullshit. This is the worst bike shop I’ve ever seen. You’re standing here doing nothing and won’t even help a kid with his bike. Etc.”
Finally, the guy told me he was just a customer and I was standing on the wrong side of the counter.