Relationship in the Making

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A little over 43 years ago a little boy entered the world. There were a lot of turbulent years. Strong wills, strong emotions. Lies. Cons. Time away from home in a home for boys like him. Arguments, threats, restraining orders. Stealing, and intent to do physical harm. That was my life with my older son. Some of you have read posts about how he has treated me, and some suggested I call the police with what happened before I moved. I didn't, and for the past several days, I'm glad I didn't. I'm getting to know this little boy, this man, with a very strong will, and an equally strong opinion about life. One thing I emphasized with my children growing up was that they had the right to speak their mind. We had a time once a week called Family Time. During that time they could say anything without consequence. Their voices were heard. My oldest son, was a handful to state it mildly. I've since learned he was not only ADHD but also bipolar. Talk about mood swings and temper and anger situations. Because of the different things going on in his life, he's had a hard time holding a job, so he's been working temp jobs, but temp jobs don't even pay the bills. So he's homeless. Thursday, he landed on my doorstep, wanting a place to hang out for a few hours. He was once again homeless, nowhere to stay and needed some medicinal help from Mom. He had a bad cold. A cold that was gone the next day because the remedy I gave him as a baby, is still a good one today. When he was 3 months old, he had a cold so bad it was rattling in his chest. I took him to the doctor and they prescribed amoxycillan. It didn't work. Nothing worked. I heard a commercial on television one night for a cough syrup called Silence is Golden. The ad said it was made the way grandma made it with lemon and honey. I took his bottle, heated the water, put honey and lemon in it and gave it to him. His cold was super bad, but with three bottles a day, it was gone in one week. His cold was gone the next day with that hot lemon treatment. While he was at my apartment, we started watching a program, and he has been back every night to continue to watch it until we finished it tonight. I fully expected that would be the end of his coming over to the apartment, but he said he would be back on Wednesday. He would have come tomorrow, but I have Writer's Guild tomorrow night. When the series ended, we talked. We talked about everything, and we listened to each other. Now I have a son. At one time he was willful, and hard to handle. Now a bond is forming that was never there before. He's coming back to spend time with his mother. To talk, watch TV with, share a meal. It doesn't matter. He wants to spend time with me. It's a relationship in the making, and I'm very happy with the results so far. Is there someone in your life you're getting close to for the first time? Do you have a good relationship with your family members? Thanks for reading.