My Son

Ok here lately I've been writing about things that piss me off or royally get my gander up. Well tonight I'm going to write about the most important thing in my life, my son Trey. A few of you know who he is and have seen him growing up from a little boy to the young man he is becoming.  Trey is now 17 years old and taller then his old man and out weighs him(although he won't admit it). I think he is around the 6foot 2 mark or very close to it. He is your typical teenage boy, checking out girls, worrying about school, spending time with his dad, and helping his grandmother around the house. Ok maybe he aint the typical typical teenager, but I'm sure hes pretty damn close.

Only yesterday it seems like I was holding him in my arms as an infant. I remember changing a few dirty diapers and gagging the whole time on a few of them. I was 20 when he was born and wasn't ready for the path that laid ahead of me. Now I'm not saying Im or was a bad dad, I just had no clue what to do. I played the game and now was time for taking the responsiblity for it. I guess I was the lucky one, because I did get to see him take his first steps, hear is first words( I want to thank his grandmother for that one) it was damn. Everyplace she took him it was look Trey its a damn horse or damn cow or damn whatever animal they saw. I know it was all in fun and games and to annoy his dear ole dad abit too. 

Wasn't long after his first birthday his grandfather left for Kuwait to go work in the oil fields there. Shortly there after his grandmother left to go be with his grandfather. A few weeks later after Meemaw got there all hell broke loose in Kuwait as Iraq had invaded the small country. Those where a very long few days as we waited to hear from someone about what was going on. To sum it up a few monthes later all ended well, and Trey got to see his Peepaw again and Meemaw.

Things had changed for everyone including Trey as time went on. He turned 2 when we moved to Oklahoma for a job I took, and when he was 3 we moved back to Texas.

At 4 his mom and I seperated for the 3rd time I think and by the time he was 10 or 12, I had become the single parent. For roughly 3 years I barely got to see him due to my job, which is really no excuse to him, because I should have seen him more and spent more time with him. I've seen him in bad times and good times now going on many years. When he turned 14 he moved back in with me and my family and went to school in Marshall, only to have problems in school with his grades. He moved back into his moms for a year before coming back to live with me again now going on 2 years. Trey is now 17 and becoming quite the smartass at times, loves to annoy me and give me crap about my age. He loves to fish, camp and spend time with his uncle and me. 

In June of 05 our family lost my grandfather and Treys name sake. I took it very hard and I think Trey took it even harder then I did, due to the fact he was named after poppy. I was glad that they both spent alot of time together when poppy was well and two weeks before he passed away.  

Back near the end of 2005 around thanksgiving, I saw Trey grow up some what quickly when his Meemaw was diagnosed with high blood pressure. I was so proud of him taking care of her while I was at work and couldn't be there for her. As my boy grows taller and more mature, I see him becoming quite the man I hope he will become.  Trey, although I wasn't around like I should have been I am sorry for that, but no matter what you will always be my son, my boy and my friend. Trey I love you son.