I called a son on his birthday a few days ago... nothing too unusual about that. He: Hey, Mom...what's happening? Me: Just calling to say Happy Birthday. He: Thanks, Mom. This is the son who always had the happy, smiley face, the where's-the-party personality, the Super Man key chain (and driving record) that survived his teen and military years. …
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Where The Good Way Is
Some Christmases and birthdays I felt like a failure. Rarely were there flashy, hot ticket items for boys to unwrap. I tried not to dwell on lack. I knew things didn't last anyway. The good stuff is intangible....but hard to package for a son's holiday gift. So instead, boys built snow forts and ice skated. We made things and we baked …
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