Monday, November 18, 2013

Am I proud of my son?


Over 35 years ago, when I was a young woman of 23, married almost 4 years, I gave birth to my first and only child; a son we named Christopher Matthew.

And over the last 35 years, I have watched him grow and thrive and become the man he is today.

I am not saying it wasn’t a bumpy road. Past childhood illnesses and teen angst; through years of working wherever he could to trying to get that dream job; from finding the wrong woman to being blessed with the right one, he has learned and grown through it all.

I know that Chris looks at some opportunities as lost and has his share of regret, but he also is constantly looking to the future to rebuild and adapt to whatever life has thrown him.

When he would lose a job he would not stay home and sulk but send out his resume, accepting any position that would enable him to stay working and open doors to new and exciting things. When he didn’t have a girlfriend, he would leave himself open to finding one. He didn’t write off women because he had a bad experience, but just trusted that somewhere the perfect woman would find him.

When it comes to church and God he had a poor example in worship as his father and I worshipped on our own schedule and didn’t have any discipline in it. We made Chris attend Catholic school thru the 5th grade and then moved him to the public school system.

This is the best thing we could have done as it opened a whole world to him and made him aware of the world of non-Catholic and ethnically diverse people. He also found out that not every family had 2 parents, or a house, or a close group of relatives. And he found out that some had things we did not.

The public school decision is also the worst thing we could have done. Chris was exposed to people who thought school was a joke and he was encouraged to not attend. He was a good student, being immediately promoted to the advanced classes and the benefits associated with being a shade better. A 6th grader who knows he is smarter than everyone else doesn’t always have the easiest time on the playground though and before "bullying" was an issue, it was a character builder and he was strengthened as a result.

The result of his education was that he was encouraged to drop out of high school by a group of “friends” and only the sheer evilness of his parents kept him in school to high school graduation. Once out, he never thought of going back and he started his life as a working man. He realized as he got older that education was valuable, opening doors for him that his friends with no diploma or GED couldn't get through.

Seeing this, he went to technical school to get an associate’s degree in electronics. I don’t know what the exact degree is, but I do know it has provided him unique and valuable opportunites for work.

Chris dated regularly; some girls who were nice, some not so nice. He dated girls who were pretty, girls who were plain and girls who we never met so who knows what they looked like. He got engaged to a woman with a small child who may or may not have been an atheist or a Christian or a Wikken (but was definitely a witch!) depending on her mood. Although I didn’t relish this relationship I tried not to interfere – but he knew that I was displeased with his choice of wife. They broke up and I thank God for His intervention in their relationship. Chris had a few girlfriends after.

In one distressing period of his life his position was eliminated at his job. At the same time, he was without a girlfriend, and then found out that he had sleep apnea and would be spending most of his future sleeping hooked to a machine. He decided enough was enough and he was done with women…but somehow heard a voice telling him to go on a dating website “one more time” and he hooked up with Samantha – a lovely woman who he fell immediately in love with. She is fun, beautiful and a great cook and baker..and now my daughter-in-love.
 
Chris is not done yet. He and Sam moved in with us to help them finish a few things : paying off a few bills, getting Sam through school and allowing Chris in his spare time to create and pursue a new ministry.

Chris has an insatiable craving for music. All kinds of music. We went through Rap, Country, Blues...Bee bop, dance, hip hop and classical. His true love was always rock, from the early sounds of rock and roll to the beat-down hard rock of heavy metal. He found that his Christian faith was not honored by some of his musical preferences, and he has been purging his life of negative message music. But this almost annihilated his heavy metal collection.Then he found a world of small bands around the country and the world that were producing God and Faith based songs with the modern beats of the popular radio hits, the strong guitar and drumbeats of heavy metal, and the interesting and haunting alternative sounds that the young people yearn for. He found groups who he knew would attract and influence the musical taste of those who didn’t like the “old people’s” music you hear on commercial radio. Instead of sitting quietly in his room listening, he started contacting the bands, participating in on-line radio forums and shows, and set up a number of webpages dedicated to furthering the Message through music. He has tons of cd’s that he has purchased and been given by bands with a message of faith, God and Jesus. He regularly reviews the music and interviews the bands and invites everyone he talks with to join him in his ministry. Through Facebook, business cards and face to face communication he has gotten hundreds of people to listen to God’s message…some of them young people who just thought church music was for old people… some old people who wonder about the future of the church and now see that it is evolving with the times…even some of the bands who were ready to give up and found out that someone is listening, sharing and praising with them.

Chris has often told me that getting the Message to everyone, no matter the age or musical taste, is what he strives to accomplish.  

 I love that this blog is unfinished. I love that what could have been a sad story of failure and lost dreams is a story of love and fulfillment and faith. I love that my son is a work in progress at the ripe old age of 35.

Am I proud of my son?  Of course I am…wouldn’t you be?