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Like any teenagers, my sons have struggled to feel a sense of belonging. As Son #1 navigated high school, my friends and I encouraged him about the common denominator of his age. We've fought different battles with Son #2. In reality, his struggles have the same root. Kids are all trying to figure out where they fit and why they don't fit where they want to fit. Such has been the human condition since the days of Cain and Abel.
From the captain of the football team to the lowliest nerdy or goth outcast in the school, no one feels as if they have it all together nor that they are unconditionally accepted. Some kids wear more convincing masks, but down deep inside, no one is completely at peace and secure. Not even the homecoming queen dating the captain of the football team or the National Merit Finalist.
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I email friends at the drop of a hat to ask them to cover my boys with a protective cloud of prayer. Not only do they pray, often they send personal notes to tell the boys that these awkward years will pass and that life gets easier as you get older. Those same friends have trembled with me as Son #1 roared off across the Pacific and into his future. They will rejoice when he returns home for a few short weeks before heading back across the sea. How lucky am I to call them my friends?
|Courtesy and In Loving Memory of Christina Jones Hooker|
It's a foregone conclusion, given my life history, that I'd feel like a square peg trying to fit in a round hole. I used to think it was just me. I used to think I was the only one who felt as tho' I was always one step out of sync with everyone around me racing to catch up as I fumbled to get into the right cadence. I'd be a reality show if Holly-wood was interested in telling the world about real people living a real life. I can see the sponsors flocking to that show, can't you? Roll my eyes.
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Remember this truth on your bad days. No one has figured out the cadence. Everyone is trying to figure out how to shave off rough edges to facilitate slipping into those sleek round holes society assures us are the ones that lead to happiness. Everyone has a fraidy cat hidden deep inside that says you are not good enough and do not belong.
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Reluctantly, I dragged myself to an event so that Son #2 could have what all traditionally schooled families question us about: socialization. The last thing I wanted to do was socialize. That feeling ramped up when I realized Son #2 was faltering because of some confusing peer interaction. Why had I even bothered? I should have stayed in my shell and avoided the world I would never fit into anyway.
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For Tammy in Greer.....because she had no idea! ;-)
[And the Lord
answered] Can a woman forget her nursing child, that she should not
have compassion on the son of her womb? Yes, they may forget, yet I
will not forget you. Behold, I have
indelibly imprinted (tattooed a picture of) you on the palm of each
of My hands; [O Zion] your walls are continually before Me.
Isaiah 49:15-16 (Amplified Bible)
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