Weekend Activites

I have to say this weekend was busy, my best friends youngest son graduated yesterday and it was wonderful to see him walk across the stage and receive his dipoloma. This was wonderful because they had such a hard time when they were younger. Her son's and mine share the same greif of loosing thier father at a young age, but they also lost a sister as well.

To make a long story short these boys both suffering from disorders and having been placed in a group home due to thier enviorment have grown to be successful young adults. I am very proud of them. The oldest which graduated last year is in the navy and has just graduated from the police acadamy. I am so happy for him too, because he suffers from bipolar disorder and I see where he is now compaired to 5 years ago and there are no words to describe on nice it is to see him adjusting so well.

So I know all the hard efforts I do now for my son will pay off eventually. Plus it was good for my son to see his childhood friends graduate, ( my son wanted to drop out, I of course have my heels stuck in like an old tree and told him he will finish Highschool even if it takes him until he is 21 years old) However seeing his friend graduate did change his views about school in the aspect he now wants to finish. Only now instead of going into computer graphics he has deceided now that he will be a race car driver and will ony need to get sponsers in order to drive because once he wins ( if he finishes the race in one peice) will be paid $50,000 and of course that went into the dicussion, you may not always win every race and race cars are expensive.

My son still isn't grasping that racing cars is expensive, but I am not going to worry about that until I need to, there are so many other issues to contend with.

So despite the 3 minute episode in the car where my son is shouting "Blue, Yellow, Green Orange" at the top of his lungs sometimes in regular voice sometimes in elmo voice, I can't say the weekend was rough. Though the yelling colors wears thin on my nerves, I have to laugh looking back because at least he was yelling dirty words out the window or calling people body parts on the interstate.