Tony, my son

My kids are so sweet. Without those two kiddo there are times in my life where i would have lost my direction. They are every reason for me to wake up every morning.

My son Tony I had my senior year of highschool. We have grown up together that is for sure. He is my best friend and worst enemy at times too. He is funny and smart, very athletic and compassionate. I will never feel like I will ever offer this kid enough for all that he has taught me. His dad has never been a real part of his life. It first when Tony was born I forced him on his dad and would make him keep him. I finally gave that up and we lived better years for the next 9 years. Recently his dad is trying to become part of his life again and just like I thought it's just not good enough.

Tony is the most resilient child I have ever met. I have had a very interesting life with interesting jobs and even more interesting liveing conditions. I have not really ever introduced him to many people I date unless we had dated for a while of course, it just adds to the craziness. After Eric and I split we moved in to an apartment which I thought would be hard for both the kids, just the move and all. And to my surprise it wasn't at all. Tony and Carlee both did not have any problems adjusting to just "us."

This is to my son. I am adding the lyrics to a song I have found so true for him, it makes me cry everytime I hear it.

By: Chuck Wicks- Man of the House

6 A.M and Bobby’s wakin’ upRolls outta bed with sleepy eyesGoes to his sister’s room across the hall“Hey Daisy rise and shine”He pours two bowls full of Captain CrunchPuts a fresh pot of coffee onHe wakes his momma up off the couch"The bus is here, we love you mom"He made the breakfastHe did the dishesSo she wouldn’t have toOh he’s only tenJust comin’ of age he oughta be out playin’ ballAnd video gamesClimbin’ treesOr on a bike just ridin’ aroundBut it’s hard to be a kidWhen you’re the man of the houseIt’s late at night and Larry King is onMomma’s up on the couch againBobby hears them all talk aboutThat awful war his daddy’s inSo he runs off, straight up to his roomDon’t want his momma to see him right nowHe climbs in bed and says a silent prayerThen he cries his little blue eyes outDon’t wanna let her downOh he’s only tenJust comin’ of age he oughta be out playin’ ballAnd video gamesClimbin’ treesOr on a bike just ridin’ aroundBut it’s hard to be a kidWhen you’re the man of the houseIt’s finally SaturdayBobby gets a phone callAnother world away from homeHe says, “I love you dad”Daddy says it right back“Wish I could reach through this phoneAnd hug you, and Daisy, and your momI’m so proud of you son.”He’s only tenJust comin’ of age he oughta to be out playin’ ballAnd video gamesClimbin’ treesOr on a bike just ridin’ aroundBut it’s hard to be a kidWhen you’re the man of the houseIt’s 6 A.M and Bobby’s wakin’ upRolls outta bed with sleepy eyes