inyati13
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The apple does not fall far from the tree. My son and I discuss molecular biology and he beats my tail off. He never wants to let me get away with any statement without making some level of correction. He was like that as a child. In the 18 years he was in our home, my wife took him to school and I picked him up. It was the highlight of my day, watching him come to me for the ride home. On the way home one day when he was about 14, he looks over and says, “You know, you are not a good driver.“ I ask why. He says, “You don’t keep your eyes on the road”. He aspired to be an adult, an equal.
When he was about 9, I heard him crying in his room after he and I got home. I went in and ask him what was wrong. He tried to act like he had not been crying. He did not want to tell me.
We went to the lab (I built my son a lab in the basement. He had an aptitude for reading at an advanced level. He liked the novels about biohazards. The Ebola virus was in vogue. So I built him a laboratory with a counter, microscope, sink, etc). He started crying in front of me. He told me that the kids picked on him at school.
I told him, I went through that. I love my dad and I miss him everyday, but he cast many stones with his lips. My son listened intently as I told him some of the things my dad had said to me growing up. I said his words became nothing more than sounds whistling in the wind and when I look back, I realized those words helped me. I explained that you not only learn from good examples but you learn from bad examples.
So, I told my son, that being teased is good. I said son, you know what stops a biohazard such as your story on Ebola. What? Finding a way to immunize the population. You are being immunized by those kids. I said what I feel bad about is that the vaccine is hurting you. We talked and I don't remember what all we said but I don't remember him ever coming home hurt over being teased at school again.
When he was about 9, I heard him crying in his room after he and I got home. I went in and ask him what was wrong. He tried to act like he had not been crying. He did not want to tell me.
We went to the lab (I built my son a lab in the basement. He had an aptitude for reading at an advanced level. He liked the novels about biohazards. The Ebola virus was in vogue. So I built him a laboratory with a counter, microscope, sink, etc). He started crying in front of me. He told me that the kids picked on him at school.
I told him, I went through that. I love my dad and I miss him everyday, but he cast many stones with his lips. My son listened intently as I told him some of the things my dad had said to me growing up. I said his words became nothing more than sounds whistling in the wind and when I look back, I realized those words helped me. I explained that you not only learn from good examples but you learn from bad examples.
So, I told my son, that being teased is good. I said son, you know what stops a biohazard such as your story on Ebola. What? Finding a way to immunize the population. You are being immunized by those kids. I said what I feel bad about is that the vaccine is hurting you. We talked and I don't remember what all we said but I don't remember him ever coming home hurt over being teased at school again.