Well, Sunday morning I heard another new buzz-word: stay-at-home son. But unlike feral kids, the term, stay-at-home son, is at the opposite end the social spectrum describing our failing society. A stay-at-home son lives in his mother’s basement, eats his mother’s food, showers in his momma’s hot water, and mooches from his mom as long as he can. I remember one of our CCS graduates the summer after high school graduation as he prepared to go away to college. Caleb packed up all of his belongings into two steamer trunks and left home … for good. Caleb would come back home each summer from college, but he was not a stay-at-home son, he was a visitor. He was emancipated and on his own. How refreshingly cool! Oh, he loved his parents, and he was welcomed home; but he was (in his own eyes) grown up and on his own. His parents did a good job raising him to be an independent man. Hey, don’t be a stay-at-home son. Grow up! Growing up is hard, but so is life. Just deal with it! momma deal with it, and son, deal with it. Same verse as yesterday: Proverbs 22:6, “Train up a child in the way he should go (then send him off to do it): and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” My added interpretation, which is not inspired, but appropriate. Ha, ha!
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