I am reading Iron John in hopes of learning something about myself.
I think I already have found out that I missed the opportunity to make a strong connection with my son Jesus, I have no excuse to offer as to why I let go of him.
When he was born out of his beautiful mother he was the apple of my eye, (still is, but in a different light). I vividly remember when I carried him in my arms all the time. I also remember laughing at his first attempts at walking and then running. His first days, weeks, months and years at Lamar Elementary, he was such a beautiful boy, he must have gotten that from his mother good genes, as is the case with all three of my children. I am such a sentimental wreck.
The books is about manhood, masculinity and how fathers throughout history, initiate their male offspring into manhood and away from being too close to the feminine figure.
I have only read about one third of it, so I cannot make any conclusions of it. However, I already feel guilty for the time that I failed to be near him, the time I squandered in silly things.
I am grateful to God for allowing me to see my children become adults, practically on their own. I feel proud of all three and love them to death. I have said this before and I'll say it again, they turned out to be better than their father at the same age.
Anyways, I think that Jesus and I, have made some improvement in our relationship and look forward to the day when he and I talk about everything that have come to pass.
In the metaphor alluded in the book, I think that all three of my children have come in contact with the wild man but have been careful as to not let him roam free. They returned the key to it's place under the pillow.
.JPG)
I think I already have found out that I missed the opportunity to make a strong connection with my son Jesus, I have no excuse to offer as to why I let go of him.
When he was born out of his beautiful mother he was the apple of my eye, (still is, but in a different light). I vividly remember when I carried him in my arms all the time. I also remember laughing at his first attempts at walking and then running. His first days, weeks, months and years at Lamar Elementary, he was such a beautiful boy, he must have gotten that from his mother good genes, as is the case with all three of my children. I am such a sentimental wreck.
The books is about manhood, masculinity and how fathers throughout history, initiate their male offspring into manhood and away from being too close to the feminine figure.
I have only read about one third of it, so I cannot make any conclusions of it. However, I already feel guilty for the time that I failed to be near him, the time I squandered in silly things.
I am grateful to God for allowing me to see my children become adults, practically on their own. I feel proud of all three and love them to death. I have said this before and I'll say it again, they turned out to be better than their father at the same age.
Anyways, I think that Jesus and I, have made some improvement in our relationship and look forward to the day when he and I talk about everything that have come to pass.
In the metaphor alluded in the book, I think that all three of my children have come in contact with the wild man but have been careful as to not let him roam free. They returned the key to it's place under the pillow.
.JPG)
