Our Sons And Daughters

 My observation of my generation is one of an oil leak, Love being the oil that’s supposed to pump through the vital parts of a vehicle to keep it moving from A to B and then some. A slow constant leak will bring any vehicle to its demise. I remember seeing my grandmother’s generation and thinking to myself what held them together? Growing up when I look around and see single parent households, I see moms raising sons and daughters as best as she sees fit. You have mothers teaching sons how to be a man from a woman’s perspective. Mothers teaching daughters how to be a woman from a single mom’s perspective. In the end you have sons growing up looking for assemblance of a role model or father figure just to get a perspective from a man, not a woman. There comes a point when the son will think to himself that the mom doesn’t know what she is talking about when it comes to men. Then the daughter grows up with a biased opinion of men because she sees the struggles her mom endured. Now the son and daughter are growing up with biased opinions and perspectives of life and love. The son doesn’t know how to love correctly because he never saw dad loving mom and he grows up not knowing the mistakes of a man or how to take accountability for his own actions. Daughter only knows how to accept the one-night love because all she saw was what her mom was accepting. Daughter doesn’t know what being love correctly looks or feels like. So now we have a whirlpool of defense and no love. Neither son nor daughter know what love actually looks like if and when it’s staring them in the face. They don’t know how it feels to embrace it correctly.