Bonding

This is a relatively newish word in the sense of ‘getting to know each other’ or ‘getting on’ and it really is about communicating. My father, God bless his soul, and I had a respect and manly love for each other but it was built in the 60s and 70s before bromance and awareness of mental health issues were known. My dad had dyslexia but no one knew it existed those days, so open ridicule, and bullying and poking fun at misuse of words or sentences was a norm in those days and brings a tear to my eyes at how my dad must have suffered.

I think nowadays we are more conscious of people’s feelings and that is a good thing. I want to be close to my son and although I love to work, I now work for the family as previously one worked for the company and the company’s prosperity.

So, bonding is the order of the day, and taking trips is my way of getting to bond. i have been in education all my working life but my son doesn’t see me as a teacher. Obviously for me that is an issue, but I should be pleased that he doesn’t see me in that light. In time we will study together but let it evolve, don’t go chasing it. Be who he wants you to be. Don’t be what you want as it can destroy a relationship.