Lives have to have meaning. Definition.
I allowed him to meander through his life without purpose and now I see the error of that. His life was full of school stuff and home stuff. There was nothing else (well, except for vacations and outings and such) But there was nothing there to motivate him, feed his mind.
Now I'm dealing with the results of a starved mind. A mind that needed purpose.
I didn't know.
In learning this about him, I also learned it about myself.
When I became a parent I stopped doing the things I loved.. Drawing, painting, writing. My own mind became starved.
And I didn't even know.
He wants piano lessons. I will sign him up for piano lessons.
It's never to late to change. (hopefully)
I promise to do better.
